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Katja and Arne's travel stories

Lazy Tuesday

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I wake up and gurgle. The cold is still there and it’s extremely annoying when you blow your nose 50 times a day. But where is Katja?

I lay in bed and surf up on the iPad when I hear the outer door opening and a heavy breathing Katja returns. Turns out she’s been doing some morning training out in the hotel stairs. To great enjoyment for the workers she’s been running up and down the flights of stairs and done burpees, plank, push up and more. Shit, gotta get my groove together or risk being taken on my only playing field – the running. Katja beats me in basically all events that is strength vs. body weight, so I gotta clear these sinuses sooner rather than later.

Morning training selfie

Morning training selfie

We go to a neighboring restaurant who offers breakfast buffet. Eggs and bacon has not been tasted in what seems like forever. You would be hard pressed to mess up fried eggs, but this guy do put bacon in oil to deep fry it. Aaaargh, there is so much deep fried in this country. The bacon tasted ok and was crispy, what little actually came back out of the oil, but the numbers of Kcals are probably quadrupled by the process. After enjoying a cup, or three, of coffee we headed home and went down to the pool.


Not much to say for the rest of the day. We lay in the shades under the umbrella, drank banana milkshake. Had a grilled burger for lunch. At least that what the menu said. What we got was deep fried chicken breast. Double aaaaaargh.
We preordered dinner; salmon with salad. As this is written we have enjoyed that meal immensely. It was very good, and upon questioning we find that it is Norwegian salmon. Cheaper than back home.


As the night closes in its only one more thing with mentioning. We ordered drinks before dinner. We should not have done that. Bartending is an art and around here it’s more likely to get a cold beer than a decent drink. Katja ordered a Long Island ice tea which tastes like hard liquor and water. My Strawberry Daiquiri tastes like booze with a little fake fruit syrup in it. Not a winner. Well well, we chalk it up to experience and move happily down the road. I’m more happy than Katja, ’cause I drank mine anyway. Hick!

Not the best drink on the island, is suppose

Not the best drink on the island, I suppose

Long island ice tea ,my bum!

Long Island ice tea, my bum!

You were only killing time and it’ll kill you right back.

– MeatLoaf

Author: arnber

Humongen! The big guy! The man, the myth, the legend! And then theres' me. The nice guy in the house. The man without cooking skills, but with five stars on the Playstation. Boss at work, relaxed at home. What you see is what you get. Life is good. I choose it to be.

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