It was he 28th of December, 2001. Maybe because of the cold weather, I caught a cold today. I took some medicine, but it made me so sleepy. I slept on the train all the way to Larvik. From there we took a taxi to Stavern, which is a small town by the sea, not far from Oslo .
It was still so cold today. Here, in Stavern, they said maybe it was -8C. But the wind from the sea made people feel that it must be -20C.
Stavern - My Norwegian uncle's home town, a place that should belong to the summer. Here they have the sandy beaches, the blue sky, the comfortable hotels,the unique and charmingly styled streets and wooden houses and, of course, the friendly people. But, as my Norwegian uncle said, this moment was the worst time to be in Stavern. What you have are just cold wind and snow, ice. Stavern's geographical position results in a staggering average of 200 sunny days per year and it is surprisingly hot during the summer. Unusually long spring and summer months offer a natural attraction for a country more used to long winter months, especially when blue skies meet the sea in an uninterrupted horizon.
an uncle told me in advance, the people who would take part in the party were around 30 - 60 years old. So I must be the youngest one. But I still found that it was so interesting. We had good seafood. The Norwegian gentleman who sit beside me at the dinner table was so kind and humourous. He strongly recommended that I should come here again in the summer. I do think so too. After the dinner I went to sit in the dance restaurant to have a cup of coffee, to listen to good dancing music and to watch the people dancing. It was a fantastic night for me.
