Meeting a troll family
An Elvis restaurant. “It’s now or never, just hold me tight, kiss me my darling, be mine tonight…
Crossing a fall to the deaths way
Start of the deaths way
Deaths way blocked by fallen trees, the gods scaring us
2500 y. old grave mound at the deaths way
I had announced to arrive between 5 and 6 pm. at inn Glomstad. According to my lunch lady I wasn’t going to make it, but of course I did make it, even Thogh rather late: at 6 pm. Of course, the only guest again. Yesterday, National Holyday, they had 200 guests for diner. Then you must be “kaput” (death), I said. This morning I was, but now I’m feeling better, he replies. I say that I feel like a prince, all alone in the ancient inn, a large window with stunning views over the valley (last picture), one to one being served by the lady of the house. After dinner, the boss tells me that last year he took over the business from a childless old lady of 66 whose ancestors had been living here for 12 generations. His former marriadge was finished and he with his new wife wanted to make a new start with this hotel. They had many parties, funerals, weddings, etc. here. Hard working, but done with satisfaction. As it should be, I thought. Tomorrow morning at 8 am. breakfast, we agreed. Tosca may sleep in an unheated cloakroom. Fine.
