Everyone (Luani, Philippe and I) woke up at midday and after a hearty breakfast went for a hike.
I foolishly didn't bring hiking boots with me so I wore sandshoes.
We set off at about 3pm and headed for the hills.
Although there were signs we had no real destination so we just kept climbing up into the mountains. It was amazing!
It was a Saturday so there were a lot of families out and about towards the bottom of the mountain, there was also a race on, I think it's similar to orienteering but far cooler because most of the people doing it were old.
Philippe was hopeful of finding an Elk but said that Luani and I were far too loud for us to ever find an Elk.
Luani, once again managed to fall over a lot and Philippe thought it would be fun to jump in a giant puddle but regretted it when his pants were wet and the sun had set hence his rolled up pants.
At the end of our glorious hike Philippe made a fire by Sognsvann out of some timber we stole from an abandoned cottage in the mountains, two pieces of news paper and a strangers lighter.
it was freezing by this time so we were exceptionally grateful to have Philippe with us.
we came home and Philippe cooked a delicious potatobake.
again sorry about the backward order of photos
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