Back to the roots. On a far point way west...nestled between the massive Norwegian mountains and stretched right out in to the Atlantic...there lies Bergen. The scene of my student years and the rencontre of Mrs. Rahman! Everything was great apart from losing my wallet & my head, nearly getting caught up in a fight with druggies and their respective dogs, humiliating myself by shoving my hand down a public trash bin on Festplassen and getting abandoned by my taxi at 02:00 am in a remote Bergen outback, with a bunch of crazy-assed drunk rednecks cruising around on field, furiously smashing things, probably 100% hammered on 98% pure alcohol - four hours before my return flight to Paris.But great to see old friends again, stirring up good memories from the city that probably defined my future life. Thanks!
Above: Bryggeloftene og Stuene, the restaurant to which I invited Madame for the first dinner date.
