Freaky Flumet

Friday night, Rachel, Sam and I drove to Flumet to see our Swedish friends Lina and Isabelle. Here Lina's singing with her band. It was quite an enjoyable performance... and she came and stood with us during her breaks.


We were all happily reunited, and the joyful spectacle must've also cheered the jovial Frenchman in the back.


Flumet is a peculiar little place full of peculiar little people. It is most certainly not a tourist town and that sad fact leaves the unhappy townspeople with nothing to do but drink and inbreed. I suggest avoiding it at all costs. Exhibit A: the fellow wearing the USA jacket was a lecherous, bug-eyed old man who tried to grope every female in sight. Lina's friend Gustav (more on him later) is keeping an eye on him here. We were really the only sane ones in the entire bar. I've never met a larger group of unrelated rude, unintelligent and backwards people.


Isabelle is either trying to escape the groper or dancing atop a table.


This picture illustrates fairly well just how massive Gustav is. He embodied Sweden. Completely. Tall, blond, shy but friendly, expert at every nordic sport.