On our way through Norway this summer we came to the very nice little town called Odda, at a beautiful fjord in the middle of the Norwegian highland. We’d just been driving over a mountain where there was still laying some snow and where we got our feet chucked in it and they got a bit cold.
As we came down from up there, on the other side of the mountain, we found ourselves at a long fantastic 30-kilometre fjord with high mountains on each side, and at the very end we were in "Odda". Just at the little harbour we found the only Hotel in the town and checked in.
Then he looked at us and said that there was a place a couple of kilometres out side, called “Tyssedahl” where there was a Hotel with good Norwegian food, but in Odda, there was only a little Chinese place.
“No”, we both hummed out simultaniously; “We don’t want Chinese food when we are in Norway!”
“But it is good”, he said, looking at us as were we some kind of Culinary Racists or so, but as we explained to him where we come from, he understood. We got ourselves installed in the room –with a nice view up through the fjord- and jumped into the car again, to go back the couple of kilometers along the fjord, to Tyssedahl Kro and Hotel.
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