There is a small mountain behind Oslo called Holmenkollen. From what I saw, people go there to ski (slide back down the mountain on sticks) and drink hot drinks or vodka (Vodka is not a nice drink. It pretends to be water but tastes like fire. I did not like it at all).
Audun showed me something called a ski jump. He told me that people strap on their skis (those stick I told you about) and rush down the ski jump and fly off the end. I think he was joking. That sounds like a really dangerous thing to do, and I cannot imagine anyone wanting to do that when there were perfectly good stairs all along the side of the ski jump…
Rebeca and I played in the snow, which was nice, but I think I have seen more than enough snow this year. Hopefully, we will go somewhere warmer. Even with all my fur, my little bottom got very cold sitting in the snow!
We all then went to a lodge, where I had a nice hot chocolate and looked out across the mountain to Oslo. It was amazing how a large city could look so small from up there.
I am a little lost bear. I have lost my owner, my friends, my home and my memory. I do have some cloudy memories of a little girl but I cannot see her face when I close my eyes. I cannot remember anything else about my life apart from that.
I think my name is Jumble. That was the name given to me by the old lady who found me.
I am trying to find my way back home using the postal service as a way to travel around the world.