It was St Patrick’s Day, many years ago. A pub in Trondheim, Dirty Nelly’s (since gone) was advertising their Irsk festuke (or Irish party week).
I had been to Dirty Nelly’s St Patrick’s party the year before. Truth be known, I had been to Dirty Nelly’s pretty much every Friday and Saturday night for nigh on three years – some habits are difficult to break.
Anyway, this was the advertisement in the local press advertising the event. Yours truly is included in the advertisement … see if you can see Thomo the Lost!
I spent three years living in Norway. It snows in Norway. It gets cold in Norway. The sun shines in Norway. The result of these event in Norway is ice. Ice on the ground. Nasty, slippery (and sometimes wet) ice. I have the bruises and scars still from the ice of the three years I spent in Norway.It’s cold in Mongolia too. Actually, that statement kind of hides the truth. It is really, really cold in Mongolia. And sometimes there is snow, and sometimes there is sun. The result of this is also ice. The difference is that here it is so cold that even the ice freezes.
The nice thing about Mongolian ice is that because it is so cold here, the ice is not as slippery as Norwegian ice. So far this winter I have managed to not slip over (touch wood and whistle).