A not so itty bitty, but very friendly giant says ta ta for now...

Eirik, prince of jeans, in Westgarth street 

Eirik went back to Norway on the 20^th of January.

We were all drinking, being merry at the airport, forgetting why we were there when it all happened too fast. He had a ticket in his hand and walked through the bye bye gate. I don’t like the bye bye gate much, and I didn’t like Eirik leaving. At all.

Drinking at the airport (photo: Steinar)

Looking slightly tired from pre-roadtrip shopping...

Eirik the explorer!

In a lot of ways Team Fantastic was reduced to Team Great.

I miss my not so itteh bitteh giant kitteh.

A lot.

Escaping the nudie beach in Aldinga

In a lot of ways he’s still very much here, and always a part of the team. In Margaret River we ended up at some people’s house late one night for a game of poker. I couldn’t help but think of Eirik’s reaction to that game had he been there. Every hand was like a Bob Dylan (in present time) concert. Slooooow and very unorganized. Alright, it’s not fair to Dylan to call him unorganized, so I’ll keep him out of that part of it. But it sure was slow. Ben and I wished Eirik were there, because this game (which was already driving me insane) would have made him crazy. And Eirik would have kicked some ass and wiped the table, I reckon! 

Eirik as sound man in Geraldton

Riding a pretty sweet home-made bike in Geraldton

I guess I could keep going on and on about all the things he would have loved and all the things I would have loved top share with him. I could spend hours writing about things we did when he was here and how much fun we had, but that’s not going to change anything. Eirik is awesome. He's by far one of my favorite people to play with, to photograph and to hang out with. He's an awesome co-procrastinato, adventurer and just a fantastic guy.

At the Pinnacles...

Fishing in the sunset in Perth

Eirik is still here. Kind of. First day after he left I renamed my Buzz Lightyear Eirik, name tag and everything, and he goes where I go. We have yet to record some of our adventures, Eirik and I. We got interrupted by hippies or happy’s or whatever else we were surrounded by. We have not surrendered to the interruptions...and will return!

Pre-poker drinking in Perth

Attempted sand surfing in Aldinga

Yeah, I miss my not so itteh bitteh giant kitteh. He has the best laugh and some of the best hugs. These photos can't even begin to describe his part of the adventure, but if nothing else, they should tell you that

I loves my Eirik.

Until next time, kitteh! 

Speaks for itself...  :(  (photo: Steinar)