Last night aftter the race and after work I went out to check
out the bar scene in Trondheim. It was not disappointing. Over
the old city bridge I found a bar pretending to be a antique
shop - Antikvariet. The local beer here, Dahl's, isn't so great,
but they had a guitar on the wall. I pulled it down and played
it and let me tell you it felt so good! Well, bad, actually
because I have blisters all over my fingers now, but it still
felt good. Then they closed and I had to find another place,
so I went down to the refurbished boatyard that is Solsiden
and ended up in a place. I don't remember the name, but there
was a girl at the bar that I sat next to and two bartenders.
From the girls I learned a good bit about the local culture
and one of the bartenders, a fellow immigrant, joined us out
back when the place closed. Stine, the girl, went home, but I
hung out for most of the rest of the night with my new Syrian
bartender friend. We found and old lady who had fallen in the
snow and helped her back to her apartment. It was a humbling
experience to find and help someone utterly unable to help
herself. Then we went and drank a bunch more.
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