OSLO – DICKIE ROSENWASSER

All the fancy barber shops were ‘busy’ today, so we dropped in at the drop-in shop with absolutely no expectations for a good outcome.

The lady showed me the chair, told me to sit and be quiet. Then she made the decision for my new haircut and confirmed her monologue with a clear ‘brå’.

I closed my eyes and went to a happy place.

It just felt like five minutes later we were standing outside the shop again. A bit confused but the job was done. We started walking back to the harbour as I heard people whispering, who’s the pretty woman next to Brad Pitt, isn’t that George Clooney with his new gorgeous girlfriend, that must be Dickie Rosenwasser and his handsome new wife. Camera’s were clicking everywhere and I started running.

At the same moment the lady hairdresser stopped clicking photographs with her scissors and I slowly came back to earth looking straight into the mirror and this awesome good looking dude.

I had to admit the lady did a hell of a job, but also left me with one big mystery.

Who is Dickie Rosenwasser?

HOLD MY WIENER(S)

Come on, i can’t be the only one who does it this way. Are you really turning your Wieners with a fork? Nooooo, you don’t, do you? You have to keep on shaking the pan until all the ‘polser’ face the same colored way up. And over and over again for a perfect 360 tan. And if it goes completely rogue, just use the joker so you can freely pick the most beautiful one out of the pan and eat it without getting any penalty point.

But be careful, it must remain yin en yang in the pan. So if you feel there is even the slightest imbalance you are forced to pick one out again. And again. And again. At one moment there will be no more sausages left. And that’s fine because you did a hell of a job keeping everything under perfect control. We all know how terrible hard that battle is.

The only question that remains is, what’s for dinner tonight?

OFF BOAT 5

Yesterday we spend another day in Bergen. We took the train up to Floyen with a great view. Walked back in the rain, visited the fishmuseum and the storeblå before we ended the day in a tapasrestaurant. Where we ordered a big steak in stead of tapas. So it all makes sense again.