Olly to the Rescue

I would like to point out that I did not join in the mocking of poor Steve when he ran out of fuel 3 miles from the campsite. I would also like to point out that I had not been in the drivers seat for 2 days. Now that I have completely absolved myself of all blame...

Eileen had left Jezebel with at least half an egg cup full of petrol. Jo was first in the hot seat in the morning as we set off towards Hamar. Having quickly established the evil trick that Eileen had played and that the nearest fuel station was 6 miles back towards Oppdal, she took the brave decision to head towards Hamar and a filling station 23 miles away. 15 minutes later I was making a sheepish call to the rescue limo. At least they were discrete. Well, apart from the blaring air horns, the photos and the immediate postings on Facebook. 

So, after the embarrassing delay (I gave the team a good dressing down, including Sean. Well, he did overfill the oil last week so it's only fair that we keep on bringing it up. )

We popped in at Lillehammer on the way. Two reasons for this, to see the Olympic Ski Jump and also to do an interview for Norwegian Radio. 

You know how it is when you start a sentence and you aren't quite sure how to finish it and you end up saying something which wasn't quite what you meant.... Well, I think I shall gloss over the interview contents and tell you all that it was fine and dandy. 

Sveastrada Campsite near Hamar is on the edge of the lake. Sean immediately grabbed his new fishing rod and fishing tackle and set off to catch us some mackerel for tea. I had heard that Norwegian freshwater mackerel are cunning fish, so it was no surprise that, like every single fisherman who had tried to catch one before, he was unsuccessful. How did I have such a blonde son ? 

Our last night in Norway was taken up with the nail game, but a drinking variation. Tequila and Jaegermeister. What a lovely mixture. I'll miss Norway. Getting fed up with A-Ha though. Let's get those Abba songs on !