Tuesday--August 10^th
PEZ and Pizza

We took one last trip into Florø--one final candy-hoarding--before our departure on Friday. All four of us again.
There was just two things we needed; candy and those strange glasses for looking at the eclipse. We found candy. Candy is always easy to find. It is my firm belief that all small Norwegian towns were originally constructed around a candy-store--perhaps a gas-station--technically speaking there's no need for cities in Norway at all; it was a fishing- and to some degree farming-country--poor as hell--until some bugger found oil in the north-sea. The only reason people see a need to gather in one spot is that they can't be bothered to walk very far to get candy.
For the first time in ages I managed to find PEZ-refill. I used to collect PEZ-dispensers when I was a kid, but over the last couple of years PEZ have been getting harder and harder to come by. Is this a Norwegian phenomenon or is there a worldwide drop in PEZ-production? I'd like to know this, because if the PEZ-people are going to go bankrupt I'm going to hoard enough PEZ to last me a lifetime. I'm a PEZ-addict.
Then we scurried around town trying to find someplace where they sold eclipse-glasses--but oh, no, apparently not. Although eye-experts had been running around in the media telling people not to look directly at the sun during the eclipse, glasses were not to be found. It seemed the only way to get a pair was to buy one of those popular-science magazines--so we did; as a matter of fact we bought two. Did you know Marilyn Monroe was born with six toes? Neither did I until I read that magazine.

After having spent the last of our money on candy we went back to the cabin by buss. Sunni gets carsick, a feeling I can relate to perfectly. She spent most of the way home counting beer-bottles, to keep her mind occupied. I wisely decided not to argue with her over the great philosophical question of whether it goes "If one of those bottles should happen to fall, there'd be X bottles of beer on the wall" or "if you take one down and pass it around, there'd be X bottles of beer on the wall". Personally I favour the later, while Sunni did not.
She actually counted from 100 down to 0, rather impressive really. Singing is a great way to fight carsickness, but the beer-song is mind-numbingly annoying, so when she tried to start over from the top I convinced her to try complaining in stead: that always works for me.

It was not even three p.m. when we got home, but I was so tired from days of getting up early that I actually fell asleep. I didn't get to sleep for long though, Sunni woke me after three hours or so, and I swayed around in a daze for quite a while before I managed to gather my mind for long enough to make a cup of tea. That made everything much better. I've always believed that tea is the solution to all problems.