
There is a charred book hanging in front of every kiosk outside the post office. Somebody has found a hobby in setting light to telephone directories. When Bill Bryson checks into Haja hotel near the quay in this remote corner of the world he doesn’t exactly look out for such detours. He has come to Norway to see the sky. Not that Bryson, a travel writer, has seen skies enough for a lifetime. But all skies pale into insignificance before … Continue reading