On one cloudless night a northern light was dancing on the sky above us. I stopped counting how many times we had pesto, but I still no I won’t eat it anytime soon. On the seventh day we took shower for the first and last time. We reached the Lofoten archipelago, and we all agreed that Gulfstream is a warm wind, although it is not a wind at all. On the third day, completely naked I jumped into a pile of snow and got to know that snow is way colder in Norway than snow at home.