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Continuing on from the party summary, the music started to heat up around 10pm and the guests, onced they finished digesting their salted meat, were flooding the dance floor. From an outsiders veiwpoint, it appears that Øksfjordians are born with a set of dance moves installed. Either that or as 4 year olds, all Øksfjordians are marched up to the town hall to enroll in the compulsory Øksfjord swing course. As a new Øksfjordite, I did not possess the abilities necessary to join in, as the dance floor looked like a well choregraphed scene from a 1974 film.

The young men, who were responsible for the music received good feedback. While delivering the classical Norwegian hits, the talented group also provided some forgotten Beatles b sides and other similiarly modern themes.

After gathering a sweat, the dancers and music men took a break as the cakes and coffee table was set. The cakes were donated by the good women folk of the village. There was chocolate cake, cheese cake and something called the world's best cake, which in my view would barely make the top ten list. The coffee was available in large stainless steel thermoses and a tiny packet of coffee cream was available to the three that like theirs white.

Towards the 2am mark, some of the guests, probably those with smalll children arising at 7am, began to make their way homebound. One of the traditions is to begin making food at home in the early hours, before retiring to bed.

It was also time to turn the clocks back an hour as summer time had come to an end. The extra hour came as a blessing for many. Of course, the small children don't care about the clocks. As we head towards the period of darkness, neither will we.

 

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