Time to change the venue again. We’re flying back to Kuala Lumpur today and then we’ll take it from there. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Food
07.06.15 Last full day in HCMC
We get up with the sun and go it in the park. We practice boxing and karate among all the other people exercising this beautiful morning. Continue reading
04.06.15 Saigon or Ho Chi Minh city
05:29-beep beep beep. Time for yoga. Oh why did I agree to this?
The night have been a study in “to hot to sleep with the cover, too cold to sleep without”. I have woken countless times either sweating under the cover and gasping for air, or shivering without it. It’s almost morning and yesterday I thought it was as good idea to do yoga at 6:15 today. Go figure. Continue reading
03.06.15 Goodbye Phu Quoc- Hello Ho Chi Minh city
We start the morning by running intervals. Last training session here on the island. Shorter but faster speed on each intervals. Our friend Rune Asp said it would be easy to drop out of training mode on such a trip. I think we now have proved ourselves, Rune. We’re looking forward to coming back to your classes at SATS Bislet upon return. Continue reading
01.06.15 Ten months
June first and it’s ten months since we left Norway. Ten months – ten countries – ten years married. It’s been a good run so far. Continue reading
31.05.15 Pool day
Finally the sun stays in charge of the sky. A day that brings life back to us after all this rain. Continue reading
29.05.15 Rain
“We get up in the morning
from the alarm clocks warning,
take the 8:15 into the city”.
Nah, this is the opening line of “Taking care of business” by Bachman Turner Overdrive. A song everybody should know.
We do get up by the alarm clock though.
28.05.15 Outside the resort
We start slow this morning. Well, at least I do. Whiskey at the end of a binge is seldom doing wonders for my next day spirit. Continue reading
27.05.15 10 year wedding anniversary
Ten years. That’s 3652 days, and I’ve been loving every day of it. Happy anniversary, baby! Continue reading
26.05.15 Phu Quoc
Katja gets up before me, as usual, but the wind and rain outside chases her back into bed. Continue reading
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