Robinson Crusoe

I know my last entry should have been the last of this RCN year, it just couldn't be.

Last night, I pulled a Robinson Crusoe with my ToK class and rowed out to an isolated island in the fjord and roughed it for an evening. I mean built a fire from scratch, slept under an open sky, found our food...I say this about many things, but it may just have been the most surreal experience of my life. There I was, laying on a rock that sloped off into the fjord, cowering under huge mountains, zipped up in my sleeping bag and surrounded by a Swede, a Spaniard, and an Italian. The stuff in the bin in the picture...that was called dinner last night. I caught a crab for dinner and even killed it, cooked it, and ate it. I ate a wild crab. It was beyond cool. Also got a catfish...he wasn't too good looking, but he tasted alright. Apparently catfish in Norway are completely different than back home, they don't even have whiskers! Have big teeth though...this one put up a fight before it came in the boat. It just latched on to one side and wouldn't let go! Can't believe I swim with these things in the fjord.

And now I'm lying here reveling in my filth and waiting for the shower, which has been taken over by fellow campers from last night. I thought I'd be extremely sore from falling asleep on rocks outside, but I guess I didn't really notice the pain when I was falling asleep to images like this sunset. Just keep in mind that this sunset is at 12:30 at night. But honestly, who can really complain when they've got a stomach full of Norwegian wild crab, they're tucked in a warm sleeping bag, and the last thing they see is this landscape, so beautiful that it is screaming to be made into a painting. I've never seen anywhere that was simply begging to be painted besides Norway. I love it.