GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Faller's Fjord was a name that simply begged exploration but any man brave enough to deep himself a viking. Curious thing to find fjords so far south. Winding through the thick deciduous forest, Hárekr nimbly navigated the rocky escarpment. Surefooted and agile he paused just briefly to catch his breath and gaze out at the ocean. Breathtaking! The morning sun was rising swiftly in the sky it's rays glittering across the top of the undulating waves. Panting Hárekr took a few steady breaths to ease his rhythm before he went right back into climbing.
Methodically scattered in his movement Háre let his thoughts flee from his mind, focusing only on the physicality of the next step and then the next. Soon he started humming absentmindedly to himself. He was getting tired but Hárekr was more than determined to reach the top, gods wiling.
Finally, he broke to the top and panting he sat down heavily. Uff da! But oh the view was worth it. He was so caught up in the landscape that he almost missed the woman who was stretched out on her belly several meters away. "Hallo! Korleis har du det?"
