Hurtling back up the side of the fjord, we leave Mosjøen’s old waterfront behind for modern family homes. Every house looks different, built across as many floors as the gradient would allow, and soon, even Reines is lost. We’re looking for his friend Gaer Almås’ house, but everywhere looks the same to me. It’s raining sideways, so he sends Myrvold to the door he thinks is Gaer Almås’. Seconds later, Andreas the Giant lumbers back looking sheepish.

“The lady who owns that house looks like she was expecting someone, but it definitely wasn’t me.”