Friday, January 11/2013

The Norwegians are arriving, a couple at a time, and we find ourselves smiling and greeting like old friends. Arvid and Eva next door are the first. After the dinner that Mr Andreas, the manager, treated us to last year we all feel that we know one another (well, the Norwegians already did). Many of them speak very good English and were we next-door-down-the-hall neighbours with any of them in, say, China, with no other westerners about we would socialize, but here they understandably have a better time speaking Norwegian.