Rolling, rolling, rolling

Out the other night seeking the streets for whatever could emerge, I heard a distinctive noise coming from Akersgata, a street leading northbound from the central parts of Oslo. Down the hill rushed two men on their skateboards. As this chap approached, he crouched down and swerved off to his left. Quite a risky métier, I think, skateboarding at high velocity in the dark.

But at least he had put his helmet on …