No. 16 A Drive with Saint Olaf

Bergen, Norway

“Are you traveling alone?” the taxi driver asked.

I met his eyes in the rear view mirror, immediately on high alert. That was the sort of question asked by a man who was either oblivious or suspicious. I did a quick mental map of who might know where I was. The hotel concierge arranged the pickup. They knew my name and the taxi company. The taxi company …