Day:197, Words:197: Øksfjordians on holiday!

As the Øksfjordians walk through the chaotic evening atmosphere of the old town for the 8th time, the selling tricks are becoming predictable and boring. The restaurant spruikers usually open with; "Hello my friend, one minute please, where are you from?". When they hear the response, the persistent salesmen begin a monologue in either German, Norwegian or English pointing out the childrens play equipment, pet turtles or cheap food as the distinct advantages of eating at their particular establishment. Upon hearing that the passing tourists have already eaten, they tend to respond in disbelief " Really?, where did you eat?", as if trying to catch you out. "You want to eat again? Dessert? Irish coffee?"

The T-shirt salesmen are equally ambitious. Staring curiously at your football shirt or shorts that had been purchased earlier in the day from another vendor, they seem intent on selling the exact same product, only cheaper. " Hello Ronaldo, we have Ronaldo shirts here. How much did you pay...much cheaper here....good quality....made in Ukraine..."

Of course it is all part of the adventure. Tomorrow, I intend to wear a Pakistan cricket shirt and claim that I am from the Cook Islands..