I got off the plane and I was in Norway, a friend and I were staying at a farm house out in the country. Sometimes we would boat over to a lakeside cabin that my friend’s parents had, but for the most part we were staying with the family at the farm house. Here there were fun things to do. We had access to a go-cart, a gator (a farm equivalent of a 4 wheeler) and a various number of tractors and boats. On our way over to get the gator, we were walking along a path and out of nowhere we started to notice slugs. These were slugs that were a fair size and they kind of grossed us out a little. Never the less, not enough to stop us from putting them on my friend’s sister and her friend. Victory us.
So we got the gator and my friend was driving it back on the road to the farm house.
Not really noticing out of the ordinary, I struggle to place what was wrong with the situation I was in. Never mind that two young teens were driving at top speed with two middle schoolers in the back wagon part, screaming at the top of their lungs. I shrugged it off and enjoyed the scenery and the manufactured noise.
When we got back, we broke for dinner and had the standard Norwegian hot dog (over a foot long it was the best). After dinner and retiring to our little alcove of a room hidden up the stairs we discussed about where we were going to go next. We could just drive to the cabin and to the lake shore but that was old hat.
There was however, a quarry that we had seen on the way to the cabin from the airport where we landed when we first arrived in the country of rain and moose. Wanting to see what was it was like there, we hopped in the gator and sped off, this time with me driving. This is when what was odd feeling earlier finally hit me. While earlier we had come up with the conclusion that we were supposed to be driving on the left side of the road, it turns out we were wrong and while slowly putting this together (hmm I wonder why the past three signs have been backwards, oh well screw it) it became ever so apparent when over a hill came a car on our side of the road. The need for speed professional stunt drive came out in me and I veered to the right. Though unnecessary because we had a good amount of clearance between us and the car, we were screaming and shouting, scared and hysterical at the same time.
Joking about how we would relate this story to our host parents later, we decided to keep our mouths shut because though the car didn’t kill us, we could not be as sure about the woman we were staying with. We finally got to the quarry and started to explorer. When, after getting the gator stuck twice, we finally got back to the house and decided that we should be done with the gator and start trying our luck with the boat.
So we got the gator and my friend was driving it back on the road to the farm house.
When we got back, we broke for dinner and had the standard Norwegian hot dog (over a foot long it was the best). After dinner and retiring to our little alcove of a room hidden up the stairs we discussed about where we were going to go next. We could just drive to the cabin and to the lake shore but that was old hat.
There was however, a quarry that we had seen on the way to the cabin from the airport where we landed when we first arrived in the country of rain and moose. Wanting to see what was it was like there, we hopped in the gator and sped off, this time with me driving. This is when what was odd feeling earlier finally hit me. While earlier we had come up with the conclusion that we were supposed to be driving on the left side of the road, it turns out we were wrong and while slowly putting this together (hmm I wonder why the past three signs have been backwards, oh well screw it) it became ever so apparent when over a hill came a car on our side of the road. The need for speed professional stunt drive came out in me and I veered to the right. Though unnecessary because we had a good amount of clearance between us and the car, we were screaming and shouting, scared and hysterical at the same time.
Joking about how we would relate this story to our host parents later, we decided to keep our mouths shut because though the car didn’t kill us, we could not be as sure about the woman we were staying with. We finally got to the quarry and started to explorer. When, after getting the gator stuck twice, we finally got back to the house and decided that we should be done with the gator and start trying our luck with the boat.
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