I have published two books in Norway on my South Seas adventures :

"Det Siste Paradis" ("The Last Paradise"), Grøndahl 1989 - on my solo-sailing in Coco Loco.
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"Paradiset Jeg Fant" ("The Paradise I found"), Grøndahl & Dreyer 1992 - the book about my Robinson Crusoe-life.
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I have also completed a manuscript on the third part of my South Seas adventures, and  I hope one day to get it published. This book might be named "Paradiset Farvel!" ("Paradise Farewell!").
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This is an illustration I made for a criminal-novel I wrote some time ago. The Norwegian magazine Vi Menn bought the story, but not the illustration...

The name of the story is "The Waistpaper Basket" and is about a bank-cashier who finds a smart way to....

THE LAST PARADISE
Here is an excerpt from the book about my solo-sailing from Norway to the most isolated atolls in the Pacific (last part of chapter 5):

"... The rest did not last very long.  All too soon the wind was singing in the stays, whipping the foam of the waves and scurrying the sea-spray across the deck. The visibility was like zero, and the waves were thundering against the bow. What a heck of a time for a storm, I had no chance to take down the sails and ride with the waves! I just had to clench my jaws together and keep on. Well, Tahiti had to be out there someplace in front of Coco Loco! If i just hadn't been so tired, so tired to the bones!
"Come on Coco Loco, we just have to manage this bloody mess too. We don't give up so easily, me and you!" At least we moved forwards, we were still sailing in a speed of more than four knots, with only storm-jib and reefed main-sail set!
The wind was coming in heavier and heavier squalls now, and I noticed that the wind-rudder was fighting desperately to keep us on the right course. More hard work! I pulled myself together and on the feet, out into the cockpit. Put on the harness, hooked on the safety-line and grabbed the tiller. A wave managed to break heavily on the deck before I had put up the hood on the rain-dress. Spitting and roaring I could feel the cold seawater run down my back. "Hey, Coco Loco, take it easy! I am fed up of this rubbish now!" No use, the water just kept on spraying over my head. I pushed my feet as hard as I could against the cockpit-bench, and eased out the main-sail a little. Well, not even did I have to steer the yacht, I also had to work like a crazy with the sails!
It felt like I was sitting there for hours and hours, fighting the wind and waves, but finally I noticed that the waves did not break as violent against the bow as before. And a little later I found  that I no longer had to maintain the tiller and sails; We had to be leeward of the island of Tahiti!
The sea-spray settled down and in front of the bow I could see glimpses of green valleys in the dense clouds. And then, as if by magic, the wind died totally down and the sea became almost flat. I unreefed the main-sail and changed the storm-jib for the genoa. Not even that was enough to make Coco Loco move in something like a respectable speed! I pulled my outboard alive and found the map of the harbour of the capital Papeete.

It was dark before I reached Papeete's sea-wall, but red and green lightbeacons were twinkling comforting towards me. I pulled down the sails and maneuvered into the harbour. Motored slowly along the moored yachts to finds a free space.
O'boy, there was the Norwegian yacht Mot! I called out to Torkild, and a head peeped out of the hatch on the deck. Torkild grabbed my lines and I pulled Coco Loco long-sides.
At last; safely anchored in a harbour again! I climbed onboard Mot for the traditional anchor-drinks, but I did not manage many glasses. Almost asleep I climbed back to my small home and fell flat on the bed. In the same wet clothes!
"We did it,Coco Loco!" I mumbled and went out like a burned down candlelight.
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THE PARADISE I FOUND

Here is an excerpt from the book about my Robinson Crusoe-life on an uninhabited coral-island in the South Pacific:

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Here is an excerpt from the manuscript on the last part on our life on an uninhabited coral-island in the South PAcific and why we had to leave:

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