Trondheim i natt

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.