So, after being awe-struck by the North Korean bride on the rock, we spent out last night with Boo underneath a waterfall.
We then hiked to the top, and she just had to get as close to the edge as possible
I can't understand where these kids today get these crazy ideas.(I'm now going to sit on my porch and yell at small children to get off my lawn). Boo left later on in the day after clicking rocks (personal joke) and taking one last nap at the airport.
Being childless once again, Stephanie and I left for Norway. She met her Norwegian brother (whom she last saw 40 years ago, and who now has become a world-famous architect). We went to their home for dinner, arriving 9 hours late (seems that Stephanie confused military time with Batswanian African Daylight Savings time, allowing us to arrive for dinner just in time for breakfast). We spent a lovely evening reminiscing about days past, before Stephanie became the vibrant, powder keg of a woman who cannot tell time that she is today). We also went to the Norwegian National Gallery and saw "The Scream" by Edvard Munch, a very optimistic painting about schizophrenia and depression.
We then went to a park which had dozens of statues of people in assorted contortionist positions
I will leave it up to the reader to come up with your own joke about the last sculpture, and the winning entry will receive a Popeil Pocket Fisherman.
Stephanie then threw a tantrum because we were running late.
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