Saturday night in Lensvik started with watching A Kinks Tale, a band that Hans Petter is in. They performed in this tent like space set up for the festival outside of the Frozen Riders club/ pub. The Frozen Riders is the local motorcycle club in those parts. After A Kinks Tale played, there was another concert. We decided to forgo that and head back to the tent and wait for a call from Hans Petter for the after party of the festival. We waited and waited. Everyone (minus me) worked on getting wasted.
By the time we got hailed to go to the after party it was close to 2 AM and I was zipped up in the sleeping bag, trying to avoid all the no-see-ums. We walked up the road, met another group of drunk festival people and went to a house that was empty. There was lots more drinking (Norwegians seem to favor beer) amongst the 20 to 30 people that gathered and lots of singing. At one point I had a long conversation with the mayor of Lensvik about him wanting to take a trip to NY, and what he might want to see. He was very drunk as well. For the most part, I was just taking it all in, and not talking to any one really (they were all speaking in Norwegian anyway). I finally decided to call it quits and head back to camp around a quarter after five.
Six hours later, we woke up and headed to breakfast without Torbjørn who was trying to recover from his hangover by sleeping in a bit more. Breakfast was a buffet of typical Norwegian fare (it resembled and tasted like cafeteria food). The one thing I tried that was yummy was a mash of kohlrabi with potatoes. It's the orangey mush in the last image. It's lighter than mashed potatoes and it had a more complex flavor. We walked back to camp and found a sober Torbjørn and we made our way back to Trondheim. Bye Lensvik(a), thanks for the memories!
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