Litz could have never thought she would get sunburnt in Norway. She cursed while spreading a vegan lotion on her now red legs.
She had made a short trip to the nearest sand beach the day before. It was not far to reach. She had missed the bus stop, because Egersund was not very busy at that time of the year and there was nobody around to support her. Eventually, at the last stop the woman driver had taken pity on her, asked her where she wanted to go and taken her to the right stop on the way back.
The beach was beautiful. Only a few people had joined during the day. Mostly North-Eastern European families living in the nearby in gorgeous vacation lots. Nobody had bothered her. She spotted only one guy taking a video of her while she got out of the water. Angry, she had soon covered herself. The worst until then had been a helicopter hovering over her. She had rarely worn swimwear ever since.
Egersund was a lovely town. It was popular for its delicious chocolate factory. Litz used to eat there for lunch, as their delicacies were also in salty versions, with chili or pistachios.
She climbed the nearest mountain to take a picture of the intact high-voltage electrical system powering the whole region. Along the little hike, she had spotted a series of curious landscapes, including a tiny house in the middle of the forest, which could have been filmed for a horror movie.
In the early morning she used to swim at the desert public pool, resembling more of a luxury open air spa in the woods. The cold water calmed her intricate thoughts and she liked to see herself like a young Lara Croft in those moments.
Walking along the oldest neighborhood, a well-preserved agglomerate of historic wooden houses from the XIX century, she knocked at the door of an old vessels’ museum and watched an aged man previously sleeping on a boat going back home in one of those decadent buildings. At the end of the street, reaching the biggest port, Litz saw the statue of a woman with stretched open arms, called “Linda”, welcoming the newcomers to the city.
She also hiked the old walking route along the railway. At her left side, a long-haired fisherman made her notice, a Lockheed Hudson rested in peace since WWII. She reached on foot the closest train station and went back to her hotel by train.
The hotel faced Egersund Grand Hotel and Litz had to be annoyed by mundane small talks going on until late. A man had even followed a woman:
– I want to know the truth!
He had shouted one night in his foreign mother tongue to a fellow traveller.
– The truth is that she reported you.
