Yeah sure, it all started very nicely with my best man, Einar, and Tobias showing up to make me breakfast at 9AM on a...
Einar and me.
Driven away like a potential terrorist on american soil.
Trying to recognize my friends just by touch.
Then things turn really good. They've driven me to an airport!
I'm going to fly!
Three loops and a stall turn, with an glider! 4-5G of force. I didn't think it was possible.
Tobias, Kenneth, Aril and Tord.
Uh, will my insurance cover this?
Going up! The red piece of string taped to the canopy is actually the planes most important instrument. No kidding!
My pilot, who scared me when I heard him radio in: This 345 delta, starting acro at 3000 feet.
The view.
What now?
Next step on the agenda. A good old fashioned primary school gym lesson!
Kenneth does his best in the high jump!
Great. A get to wear an aphro for the rest of the day.
A beer at the peer? What's up?
Hey! What's with that sailboat?
Sailling in the Oslo fjord on a warm spring afternoon. Excellent.
More suffering.
You talkin' to me?
Finally a picture of Paul Rene!
They made me strip down to nothing and made me walk the plank. The water held 7 degree celsius! Did they even have a...
Arhg! Fahr fahr fahr!!!
My sister's boyfriend, Tord, and I. Now that's a man who knows how to enjoy life on a boat.
The pirates have taken over the stereo.
Rope in sunset, by Einar Grřndalen.
Frithjof, better known at Jolfo, gets into his rock'n roll mood.
I'm on the hiiiiiighway to hell.....
Excellent idea!
I love you Oslo! I mean it! I loooove you!