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On to the next hotel where we met up with the Nordic group, many Swedes, some Norwegians complete with TV crew, apparently they’re following and filming one of the Norwegian cars, and of course some fellow Danes. Strange to be able to talk and think in your own language again (and in the strange Danish dialects called Norwegian and Swedish).

This was truly a memorable afternoon/evening. Seeing all the cars, meeting the owners for perhaps the first time in a year. “Tearful reunion” as Charlie’s itinerary promised, not quite, but close. We stood for hours in the parking lot, sharing kill-stories, bragging, tech’ing, listening to “almost didn’t make it” stories (including my own “didn’t make it in the Pantera” story). A few had beers in their hands, from the hotel bar. I drank a Blond (that’s a Belgian beer!), and since there was no more driving that day, it was relaxed. Sun was hot.