Trolls World Tour Part 3: Trollathon

Oslo, a gem of a city, dotted with parks and surrounded on one side by a fjord and on the other by lush troll forests. Amazing what pumping carbon out of the ground will do for your greenbelt.

Remember when kids dreaded the school bell that marked the end of summer? Not today's nerds.

Still, there's plenty of summer left, especially when the sun doesn't set until 11pm.

Last one around the lake is a rotten egg? Or did that get cancelled? Because you know, winners are sure to be colonizers or capitalists, or even worse, both. Plus, we might offend the egg.

Anyone want to do like the locals and skinny dip?

On the hunt for toadstools. More fun than hunting for bar stools.

Looks like a promising thicket, keep your eyes peeled.

Toadstools, dead ahead!

The Cahan ladies would like to suggest the trail that leads to the tea and scones.

No dissent from the Cahan gentlemen, to the scones!

Dad, did you bring your skis? Nope, and I didn't pack my courage either. That's a bit taller than it looks on TV.

Easy to smile when you're not hurtling down that thing as a human airfoil.

Farewell trolls and Vikings, bonjour City of Light!