Okay, so there was no ferry running when I took this shot of the view from my hotel (we're at Stabbestad, Norway, here, looking over at Kragerö), but you can see the tracks in the ice where the ferry is supposed to run (two ferries were in for repair when we were here, causing all sorts of inconvenvience for the locals).
Very nice hotel, though I have to admit I managed to spend 20 hours in this gorgeous SPA hotel without actually finding time to try out the SPA facilities. That's work for you, but work that puts me in such a splendid hotel with a fun crowd of journalists is nonethesame very agreeable.
As I headed down for dinner Friday night I was expecting that, dining with a group of local journalists, it would be an evening filled with talks about the latest cost cuts and general state of local journalism, but boy was I wrong. Instead much of the talk centered on who had fathered the children, and who were thought to have fathered the children, of various local journalists, in addition to other bits of gossip which made for an unexpexted, yet colourful, change of topic to what I usually find myself chatting about at media events.
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