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17 July 2005

on this day of nothings

today was sunday. tromso had died completely and i died along with it. beyond resuscitation, i sat and watched the water for a long while on this day of nothings. nate had departed this morning and i was again on my own.

i wandered to the polar museum, filled with exhibits of trapping and hunting. arctic foxes, seals, whales, bears. one bear trap incorporated a rifle in a long box; the bait was on a string attached to the trigger. bait -> trigger -> pow, right in the forehead. the exhibit descriptions were all in norwegian; a handout was provided in english, but not on the same level as the norwegian. a film entirely in norwegian, informationally void for me. back downstairs a video showed a boat rescue; i watched the entire thing. the storm prevented the small rescue boat from getting close enough to the mothership; fifteen minutes of trying before success. no language needed.

my last opportunity for a midnight sun. i spent some time in the hostel talking with john before heading out. i won't disclose john's secrets, but suffice it to say that he's been on the road a long time and i learned a few things from him. very interesting guy. [nice meeting you, john. send me an email.] twenty minute walk back to the city center, the sun was hiding behind the clouds. i waited for a long while to see my ship, the ms nordlys, return to tromso after reaching kirkenes.

posted by paul on Sun 17 Jul 2005 at 00:00:00 est (-05:00)

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