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A winter cigar and whisky tasting at Dr. Jekylls Pub in Oslo, featuring Viaje 2012, Dalmore Cigar Malt, Glen Scotia Double Cask and Cognac Leyrat VSOP
On our last day in Cape Town, we walked through Langa Township — a journey from hardship to hope, guided by voices that shared history, resilience and everyday life. From artists and families to dancing children in the street, Langa offered stories we’ll carry with us long after leaving the city.
A hidden door, a whispered password, and a midnight drift into Cape Town’s secret nightlife. We found ourselves inside a speakeasy stitched together from jazz-age glamour and industrial grit — the kind of place you don’t stumble into, unless the city decides to let you in.
From penguins and ghosted drivers to a brewery lunch in a window seat and a suitcase dedicated entirely to a souvenir skull — this was one of those Cape Town days that unravels exactly the way it wants to. Scenic, messy, and quietly perfect.
Wind, whales and wild coastline in Hermanus — from Ficks Pool to Dyer Island with Marine Dynamics. A day of cliff paths, dassies, seals and the unforgettable calm of a mother whale and her calf beneath the waves.
Our South African adventure started with a calm lift-off from Oslo, a glass of champagne over Europe, and an unexpected nap before waking to the breathtaking coastline of Cape Town. From Nairobi lounges to left-hand driving in Montagu, this is the opening chapter of our journey south.
An unforgettable evening at Hermetikken in Stavanger — where old friendships, sea air and chef Stuart’s quiet brilliance met across a nine-course tasting menu. From oysters with champagne foam to pearl-white halibut and the majestic Beef Wellington, each dish whispered its own story of Norway’s coast and craft.
Even business feels different up north. Between the fjord light, a sauna with ocean view, and a bakery with a sense of humor, Harstad offered a perfect mix of calm, charm, and a little laughter.
A business trip that turned into a love letter to Bergen — meetings, music, local beer, and a Barbour jacket made for a hundred days of rain.
Opening night at Cordial felt like a celebration in itself. Scallops in creamy mystery sauce, porcini crowned with foie gras, turbot cooked to perfection, and skate in a buttery reduction – sauces so good even Rørossmør didn’t stand a chance.
Storm outside, comfort inside. We escaped the howling winds at Døgnvill Burger Tjuvholmen for a night of rampete burgers, maple-glazed peanuts, and laughter – while autumn’s fiercest storm rolled in over Oslofjord.
An evening of oysters, champagne, burgers, opera – and a little bit of luck. At Holmenkollen Park Hotel, SAS and Scandic hosted A Perfect Match, and we found ourselves swept into fine dining, wine cellars, and spontaneous songs.
We went all in at the Rocky Horror Show – armed with confetti cannons, party hats and glowsticks. What followed was a wild mix of theater, chaos and cult energy, ending with us dancing side by side with the cast.
Bergen gave us everything in two days: a dinner that spiraled into stories, molten glass shaped by hand and breath, and a hillside walk where the wind nearly carried us away.
A Saturday stroll took us to Gamlehaugen — Bergen’s royal residence and national monument to Christian Michelsen. Family memories, funny anecdotes, and a lesson in both history and economics made the visit more than just a walk in the park.
A family weekend in Bergen began with lamb stew, late-night debates, and check-in at Scandic Neptun. The room was warm, the pillows few, but breakfast delivered entertainment: mini croissants, a homemade “special croissant,” and plenty of coffee. A cosy start to a day that would continue with family visits and glassblowing adventures.
A slow ride west along the Riviera turned into one of those small, unforgettable moments. We found a hidden beach spot called La Crique, complete with red cliffs, white sand, and even a four-legged host. Cold beers under the parasols, the sea breeze in our faces, and a glimpse of the surreal Palais Bulles made it a ride to remember.
We went to The Bistrot Marceau in Cannes, tempted by promises of live jazz. No music, but plenty of drama – from a menu that read like Ulysses to a wine debate that nearly stole the show. Beef tartare with pears and Roquefort, entrecôte with pepper sauce, red wine, Guinness, and a late-night twist: four men went out, only three came home.
