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Jeg klarte å skrike meg til å få bli med en gjeng ivrige, svenske ornitologer på båttur. Her passerer vi en nudiststrand på høyre side. Neida, det var visst en eller annen fugl der. Ikke spør meg hva den het.
I managed to secure a seat on a boat charted by a group of Swedish twitchers (eager birdwatchers). Here we're just passing a nudist camp on the right side. No, we're not. Apparently there was some kind of bird hiding in the forest. Don't ask me what it was called.