blind cyclists and hippie scams

Because of the amount of ferries I had to take it was inevitable that I would catch up with the same cyclists at the next ferry terminal or Camping ground and at the moment this litlle community consists of 3 norwegian guys with trailers on their bikes, who are really pushing it by riding late into the night ( that is an advantage of the fact that it does not get dark at all), then there is the duo on the tandem, the one on the back seat is blind and deaf. He is having a great time taking in all the smells of the mountains and the sea. Unfaltering positive his interpreter asks if he can have chat with me about New Zealand as she had told him about me.
The Norwegian government pays for the interpreter and a rental car to give this man a holiday. Well he had been around, he talked about the Maori and about the 2 New Zealand women he had cycled with in Burma not too long ago for a cycle trip for peace. Very strong he called them, I didn't bother telling him what words we have in NZ to describe a so called strong woman ! ( just kidding darling ).
These guys on the tandem were flying, I could not keep up wit them.
The last one of our little cycle/ferry group was Dave, a 57 year young american hippie who used dude and rock 'n roll a lot. He has been cycling around europe for 11 years and has dreamt up this scheme where he has a business card that tells you some story about a call to world leaders to not invoke religion for war and torture etc. and it does not really ask for money but his " organisation is called "Swiss spiritual appeal ". He gets sponsoring for his trips through all sorts of means, for example where I got my bike fixed and payed 200 NKR he got a free wheel out of the same guy, in return for putting a photo up on his website, I am reluctant to call it a scam because he was a genuinly nice guy but it reminded me of a dutchman who came to Kohukohu a few years ago and emptied our cupboards while having this story abou the universe providing.
Ended up this particular night on a camping ground run by some pensioners, the old guy followed my every move, he wanted my passport number etc. He really must have thought that I was going to ripp him off . In the morning when I wanted to leave and make some breakfast before I went I found the kitchen closed with my food in the fridge with it, as if I was in a Youth hostel again . These camping nazis tend to charge to highest prices and have to lowest quality facilities, I am not kiding you, the best campings with modern clean facilities have been the ones under 100 kronor. I am sure there is a lesson in there somewhere.
It is mid afternoon here so i will leave this lovely library in Namsos and go and eat some more tarmac before dinner time.