Peace.

I took this picture of us during the boyfriend's visit here in Oslo. It's at our new opera and he is doing the "Asian picture sign" (also known as the peace sign in the 70's) to prepare for our trip to Hong Kong.

Today I believe I got a job at the Norwegian Parliament. In the restaurant that is.

MTL dans mon cœur.

Ok.

Back in the North American edition of Paris. So far I've bought 4 books, read 13 pages, dropped one course due to terrifying British professor, raised my hand and talked in class twice(!). We've had sushi for dinner 4 times, the rest of the days different variants of burritos.

More important than insignificant sushi-news: I've met friends, to not speak about the boyfriend, I had not seen for long time. Above spotted during midweek, late night barbecue.

Only for those with special interest: Pay attention to Julie's bunny ear rings that we bought for her in Yunnan knowing that she is the only person who could actually wear those and still look as great as ever.

The last days ,luck, or actually, the Chinese government, has not exactly been on our side. Tuesday, after seeing a disapointingly small terracotta army, we headed for Lanzhou with plans of getting further to Xiahe, which is the town where the largest Tibetan monestary outside of Lasha is located . But after 9 hours on a train and probably a couple more running around the city trying to find the correct bus station (of course there is several. 'Cause Lanzhou is just a mid-size Chinese city of 8 mill.), we were refused to buy bus tickets since they dont allow for forigners into the city.

So, after the intitial anger with propaganda and mock-communism (and an awful fried burger at Dico's) we changed our route completly. Thus, we bough tickets for Chengdu, where we are now, and is today heading for the train station to buy tickets for Kunming in the Yunnan province and then head further on to Lijiang.

The tickets we bough were extremly cheap and we soon understood why. The trainride was awfully long. We though it would take 16 hours, but it did not. It took 28. The heat was extreme and only got worse when the train stopped for two whole hours in the middle of nowhere since the driver needed a luch break. Of course.

The worst was actually to pass trough the first class cart(soft sleeper), where the were blessed with air con, on our way to eat. And when actually getting there, to the eating cart, having to wait for food for 1.5 hours only then to be mocked by the waitress in front of the thirty people sitting there and being told that they actually did not have more rice left. An then being given a cabbage. Donc. C'est ca. On the train we:

Listened to music.
Ate vitamin bears.
Tried to order food on Chinese.
Read about universal travellers or evolutional biology.
Or of course: slept.

And one more thing. Finally David revealed to me why he is so funny: It is because he swallowed a clown when he was little.

Norway at last.

Finally I'm back in Norway. Now I'm a bit too tired to write, but I'm putting these pictures from my new Polaroid camera that I scanned

Happy (porn)Martin.
Mathias
Save the coffee
This camera makes David weird.
Yes. Very weird.

Well, finally spring/summer is here and the day (apres my exam) has been spent eating mozzarella salad and installing hammock chair on the balcony.

David watering his precious basil.
Salad
New hammock chair.

Btw: I also have a new camera and that's probably the reason for this sudden urge to take pics.

Voila.

Today I was looking for an album on David's computer.

It proved easier said than done since all his files are either called: Bambino, Downloadsssks, Il giglio pater nostrum, Scallopini al Lemone or something along those lines.

Our printer is apparently called "La Belle et La Bete" on the network. And, of course, the whole network is called "Lille Basilic".

Mad!

A picture says more than a thousand words.

I just thought I'd post a picture explaining why David's blog's called "enigmatic worthlessness":

Today it's only -1. That is truly amazing.

I have a midterm in Middle East History tomorrow so I'm trying to find out what (or who) Mahabbat al-Amrad-Sabbatai Sevi is. That is proving to be hard. More than, that I have a quiz on Tuesday in International Relations, so I'm reading newspapers frenetically preparing for the current events questions. The teacher is very demanding, her name is Bloodgood. Self explanatory.

David has made me co-member Le Boite Noir, where they have a lot of nice (and-hard-find) movies, but I just discovered he has signed me up as Piupiu Lilleby. Now he has started talking with our plants: "Hallo Aloe, how are you?"

Here is a picture of the new cafe-area in our apartment.