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To the left, Tukta and Arild before Tukta went to work. All three outside Arild's house. |
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Trondheimsfjord I arriving to take Tukta back to Trondheim
where she stayed. Saying goodbye to Tukta. |
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The last of Tukta. Arild's wood that he has to cut up and
dry for next winter season. Gift from friends. |
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A Jew's harp in wood, king size, given to Arild from friends
at Vanvikan on his 50thiet birthday in 1999. View over the
fiord. |
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A wavy sea. A memorial over a little girl
called Gunhild drowned here some 400 years ago. The place is close to
Hindrum
Fjordsenter. |
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It is expensive in Norway, 2650 bath or NOK 550,- for this
food. Not much. Nice house along the road. |
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Close up of the house. Nice flower arrangements around the
house. A cormorant bird taking off. More about the cormorant
bird
here. |
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Martin posing among sea gull crap at
Hindrum
Fjordsenter. The way
back to the main land. |
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Cobbled beaches. Not nice and ice cold.
Martin with his favorite Norwegian picture of a fisherman with his
sou'wester headgear. |
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Arild cutting up his planks for the winter.
Martin and Arild is having an afternoon drink. |
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Part of Arild's overgrown garden. The wood
store of Arild on his veranda. |
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Arild's house, taken from his garden. On
route to the sea and Arild's boat. |
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The cobbled beach next to Arild's house.
Seaweed is plentiful here in the Trondheimsfjord (The fiord of Trondheim). |
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Boat-house where Arild's boat is housed.
Readying the boat for launching his boat. |
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Nice row boat. No engine. Jim, Arild's
neighbour. |
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Arild at the helm of his boat, ready to row.
It didn't rain, but it was overcast. |
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Martin ready to catch some fish. The sun
came out. Norwegians always love the sun and strip when they can. |
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Farms along the fiords. Martin is catching a
pollack. Nice to eat. You can read about the pollock as it is also called,
here on Wikipedia. |
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Arild is cutting the throat of the fish to let them bleed to
death. The two pollocks that Martin caught in one go. |
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Getting a
mackerel,
the best fish to fry. It is very fat and tasty. The boat is
20 years old and hasn't been in the water much and need to be emptied for water. When
in the water it swells and by doing it, closes the cracks and doesn't leak
any more. |
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Another farm next to the sea. Arild's ass
cleft, hard at work rowing. |
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Jim's house. The seaweed close to Arild's
boat-house. |
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The boat-house and the stem of the boat.
Arild is gutting the fish and clean it in sea water. |
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Gutting the mackerel. The boat house seen
through the pine trees. |
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Arild and Martin having an afternoon drink.
On the road again to the local pub
Dykambassaden. |
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Olav, Arild's neighbor that also was married to a Thai
woman that left him when she got her Norwegian passport. Cynical bitch.
The Viking symbol of the pub. |
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