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2002 Journal Archive - click here. |
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Would you believe?
Jun 7, 2003 Anyway... So I drive all day, probably 800 KM total and arrive here in this rather nice and large city whose name I can't even pronounce. At one point along the way, I stop for gas only to find our little feathered (and dead) friend wedged in the grill of the car. As I tried to pull him out, various parts kept breaking off like his head, or feet or wing even. He was really wedged in there. Upon finding a place to park in the city where I am now in Sweden, I begin to walk to the central station to see if they have internet and to scope out my options for accommodations tonight. So, I am walking along this narrow street when all of a sudden I hear a splat! (see where this is going) I look up quickly to see where it came from and saw some pigeons flying overhead. After seeing the bird crap on the sidewalk, I thought what a close one - until I looked at my jacket and jeans. Bird shit all over them! I think it is often funny how life works... I'll be updating later on regarding Stryn and Andalnes. Take care. x |
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