When I was about 5 years old, I used to love climbing onto big rocks and standing at the the top singing "I'm the king of the mountain...oh yes I am." Okay, maybe the rocks were only 2 feet high, but at the time it was quite an accomplishment. And I was the king. The other day when we were in downtown Ålesund for our morning walk, I had the same thought when I looked at Jon and Sam. I had walked down a set of stone stairs that lead into the water, and turned to look back at them. They were the kings of the mountain, konger av fjellet.
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