If you come to Norway in the winter you oughta be an ice climber. Allright, you may also have come for fishing, skiing, spending money, or tasting the splendors of Pers hotels. . .

 Klemen systemizing and arranging the functionality of our kitchen. The chaotic array of things in the bottom part of the pic, is mine.

From the mountains to the sea in one hour. Gosh, its like in Slovenia.

 
   
When it gets cold, it gets cold.
When it blows, it blows.  
When you wonder if it can get worse, it gets worse.
Skier is a king. And vice versa.  
Sometimes, a road brings you on a boat. And then you consider the wave pattern and wonder what is there for you in the next fiord.
   
Our base. The Pers motel. Supposedly for 6 persons. If they live in in shifts. We were 4 and didn't miss noone.
Klemen explaining to Erwan, how hungry he was. Apparently not too much. You have to dry all the stuff by the next morning... Guy at cooking something tasty.
   
Norwegian roads make you scream! Of joy, If you feel like driving. Otherwise you swear most of the icy mileage. And the mileage is considerable.
   
Icy aspects whichever way you look
   
Aljaž wend sick on the very last day. Probably a psychosomatic flu, due to a significant concentration of flu in the past days. Someone was bound to have cought it!. So I was lying in the airport, oblivious, until the 3rd flight to Munich was cancelled. Only then some action had to be undertaken, If I wanted to make it home on that day.
     
 

Many thanks to Marius, Markus and Will for all the info and logistics.

And of course, Erwan and Guy for the great company.

If you wondered about our climbing