Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Bolting over to Norway

The fastest man in the world is taking me to Norway. Not literally of course, that would slow him down. But Usain Bolt is bringing me to Oslo, metaphorically, almost two years after he brought me to Zagreb, also metaphorically.
I’m not sure he’s even the fastest man in the world anymore. He lost his last race, and he never raced me. I’m faster than the second fastest man in the world so I guess that makes me the fastest. We’ll see.
I’m certainly faster now. I’m en route as I type, above the clouds, above the sea, thanks to Norwegian’s free onboard wifi. Mad huh? There’s an island down below me, looks mighty purty. Sure, what the hell, let me take a picture. Now, you can see it too!
I’m looking forward to this trip. I’ve been invited to a “Strawberry Party” at the Russian embassy later on. My boss told me there’d be Russian supermodels serving caviar and champagne.
I have to work too, unfortunately. Bolt is giving his press conference at the same time. Hopefully there’ll be some of that champagne remaining by the time I finish up. With a bit of luck his presser will be as quick as his races are, though he won’t be able to say much in under 10 seconds.
Norway’s damn expensive, judging by the prices on the plane; €5.50 for a beer, €3.50 for a coffee or a water. They don’t use €uros, but NOKs and everything costs thousands of NOKs.
I’ll either be NOKing back the free champagne or looking up long-lost Viking relatives to see if they’ll cook me a meal. It should be good.

1 comment:

  1. Expensive? Who cares? Expense account! Don't let those supermodels lead you to any strawberry fields, mate.

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