Other People's Houses

For three weeks now, I've been sleeping in other people's houses. Family in Beiarn in Northern Norway, five days walking with friends in the Jotunheimen mountains, brief visits to Lærdal and Askøy and a week checking up on new and old friends in Bergen. I've been blissfully, utterly offline. I've gone swimming in the fjords, I've woken up to 15 centimeters of snow, seen the midnight sun, crossed a glacier, heard a woodwind quintet give a concert at 2.000 meters altitude and played at least six different guitars. I have been thoroughly trashed in a variety of card games and I read some books without getting paid for it. Now I'm back in Oslo, and going to sleep in my own house. Here are some houses I've visited: