Ian visits Stavanger!

I just realized that I never wrote anything about Ian's visit to Stavanger, other than to say he would be dropping by. Yes folks, my roomate in the greatest apartment that never was, dropped by for a week-long adventure in this fine city. And what an adventure it was!

Ian arrived with great timing - on the eve of a national holiday. This meant one thing: partying. We hit the town hard with Bjarte, Marius, Lars, and Pål and a few others. Even though the group spent most of the evening ripping into yours truly, it was still a fun night. At least I think it was a fun night...
Now, I should explain one thing about Ian: he's never been the best with heights. I learned this one the hard way when we took an ill-advised trip to the top of Blackcomb mountain on the 7th Heaven chair. I should also mention at this point that it was Ian's first time skiing. Never before have I seen someone with such a look of terror on their face. Because of this fact, the following picture is all that much more impressive:

The edge of that cliff is a 606 meter drop, straight down to the water. Not too shabby, eh?

We also visited the Norwegian Oil Museum. Doesn't sound like the most exciting place, does it? Ha! How wrong you are! Never under-estimate my ability to act like a litte kid. Oh, and Ian's, too.