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80 quid for a taxi!

The only campsite we could get was 20km away from the airport. "Sod it, let's get a taxi." On asking a driver at the airport rank, our brains first working out it was 7 or 8 pounds, but the penny soon dropped that it was an order of magnitude higher. "Welcome to Norway" as the busdriver said to the train station.

"The Cold Air Is Delicious"

As we got off the train around 9pm, a slightly drunk, scruffy man started talking to me in Norwegian. "Sorry, I don't understand". In perfect English he breathed in deeply and exhaled saying...