Waves of jetlag

Yes, the sun does rise in Norway at 3:30 am. I know this to be true because we left our room darkening shades open and I awoke to light streaming in and could not get back to sleep. The rest of my genetic traveling companions work up at 5:00 am. Perfect state of being and prep for our eight hour drive across Norway to our campsite cottage located at Norheimsund. Fortunately, I polished off two lattes and a cup of coffee to prep for the drive. The drive was spectacular - rolling green hills, landscapes sprinkled with quaint cottages, parallel train tracks, pristine lakes, snow patches, single lane highways and bridges, a view of a frozen glacier, waterfalls,  finger like lakes cutting into mountains and lone fishing boats hoping to make a catch. Through the journey Madelyn, Charlie and Ben went through waves of exhaustion. Ben wanted to skip breakfast and runaway with Pringles and Jelly Bellies from the mini bar, Madelyn slept most of the ride and continued to announce this was the most tired she had ever been and Charlie scared Gary with his visceral reaction to the prospect of lunch. But we made it --barely as we overtook a bus on our one lane highway drive and avoided getting rear ended by a Nord talking up a selfie (as described by Ben). Our spot is right on Lake Nesvika we've survived not one but two trips to Nordic supermarkets where the products and people only read and speak in Norwegian. So despite the sleep deprecation we made it and are enjoying our camping and cajoling with our fellow Nords.