Those sleepless night expressions hang around my reality in the new travel day adventure. All events raw like pearls on the necklace of time.
High on intuition all senses tense burn in awareness, to find a way through our strange new Norwegian world around.
It's hard in the evening, to document all day events, when few sips of alcohol mess up the mind, to move straight in goal oriented warriors clearness.
Frederikstad in the morning rain after breakfast offers his post office, to bring a bunch of cards on the way to our friends at home.
The tourist attraction in Frederikstad is the castle 'Gamlebyon'. There we walk lost last tourists through fountains of rains. The storm knocks the umbrella out in one second. We have to walk against rain and wind and carry the ruins of the umbrella.
Warriors canons from battles of the last centuries against Swedish - a high bridge over the Fjord for the traffic today. two last, lost tourist in the rain: Mima and me.
Next: We drive to Moss, a little town on the Oslo-Fjord. We don't have energy for Oslo, the Mega City with half millions people. Travel tense nerves want to rest on the country side.
The weather is incredible: rain, rain, rain! The rain is so strong, that we put on our waterproof trousers and jackets.
We take a ferryboat from Moss to Horten for 128 Norwegian crowns, around 15,5 Euros. A half hour on the boat.
Through waves, wind, stormy weather stomps the huge boat. Fountains of waters fly high above the 19 meters long trucks in the front, up to the next, higher floor, to the restaurant. I stay behind a door, watch this exciting scene, and in my balls I feel the dance of the huge ferryboat. A dance over the ocean of life or a battle against the element wind and water? Nobydick is the smallest car of all the trucks on board.
The ship arrives safe at harbour Horten. Mimamai drives, I study the map and the travel guide. From Horten we take the road south to Tonsberg. That is the oldest town in Norway, roots back to the year 900 after Christ. We admire the houses, follow little streets cross and around. So in the end we hardly find back to the car. Short shelter gives the warm and dry shopping centre in all floods of rain.
Few Kilometres from Tonsberg we arrive in Sandefjord (www.visitsandefjord.com ). There we expect a bath. We are lucky to find in the noble hotel Rica (www.rica.no) bath and sauna.
My Mimamai is a wonderful woman. We don't use the toilet in our little Volkswagen Transporter Camping Van. So each time, she has to pee in the wild, changes her bloody tampons somewhere and somehow, drives the car, prepares food and is most times happy inside.
We live together in this tiny car room - around two meters to walk from the back seat to the kitchen oven above the fridge. I sit at the table, study maps and all the tourist information papers, we get for free on many places from people with smiling faces.
Mimamai tunes in her female intuited way so deeply inside me, that she knows my thoughts, before I am clear about them. The miracle: I start to tune inside her in similar wish fulfilling feelings. It's a miracle. All Norwegian world around is absolute strange: the language, the signs on the road, the voice in the radio, we understand nothing.
From heavens hammers rain in such a way, we have in Germany rare in summertime tempest for half an hour maximum. Here this kind of tempest pours buckets of water over us and nobody cares.
People drive on bikes with yellow hats, where the floods run over the back of the jacket, red gloves and green boots from rubber - and people enjoy their life, when I enjoy mine. And Mimamai's too!
Mimamai carries her key to heavens, heavens to feel save inside. Her heaven shelters mine.
In the pool of the noble Hotel Rica two Norwegian young blond beauties move their bodies in harmony through the water. I watch their life energy, their joy, their sexual attraction, their rounds, and my mind wanders to Mimamai, who has all of this designed for her life and mine.
After the last sauna session, she seduces me to jump into the floods again, to tease and chase her joyful in play. I nip her back and feel her flesh. She is so intimate to me, I recognize blind her parts, my fingers grab. As matter of facts: I don't grab any other women.
We are in tune. And she moves the costly car safely in the best, rich area of Sandefjord above the harbour. There we park and stay save and silent the night.
In the ritual, I exercise daily, I lay back the bikes on the carry bike, open the back door, and turn around the wheel from the gas bottle, still our first since Munich.
She closes the jalousies inside in the dark, that we put on the lights in the car 'living room' in the street surrounded by noble, rich houses with cultivated gardens. Next to a thick hedge beside the side door of the VW Transporter Camping Carthago - luxurious style we use the sidewalk as our toilet.
Once again we will pee in the night on the sidewalk in front of our Norwegian neighbour. We feel our bodies, heart, hands, legs moving together - only one handicap we both seem to suffer in this strangeness around: a half brain for all our four arms, legs and arduous activities. What to do?
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a high bridge over the Fjord for the traffic today.
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We admire the houses,
follow little streets cross and around.
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My Mimamai is a wonderful woman.
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And she moves the costly car safely
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only one handicap ... a half brain
for all our four arms, legs and arduous activities.
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VW Transporter Camping Carthago -
luxurious style we use the sidewalk
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