An almost photo crisis

The first photo shop I' go to, in the center of town, apparantly managed to zap, obliderate, completely destroy all my 1 Gigabyte, 476 photos of Porto Santo and Madeira. All the evidence of our death-defying hikes, precariously hanging on vertical volcanic mountainsides, the primordial forests, dinosaurs, hobbits, all of it, down the drain: no image.

Luckily, for the first time ever, I'd done iPod-photo "import" before going to get a cd. So I don´t jump out the window. Yet. Why are all the photo shops here up one flight.
Four photo-shops later, on the street from town to the Mercado I finally find "Carlos Fotografo", And in "Carlos' "a young man who looks like he's been buried behind a computer screen since the age of 12. We is willing to try to burn a cd from the iPod. Except, no software for the iPod. Still he manages to get in. And, then he announces:I can't find any photos at all in the ipod.

panic.

But my miracle man at "Carlos Fotografo" doesn´t give up easily. Patience, fiddling, and, lo and behold, a computer screen full of pictures. From Hidra. Back in Norway. Then we're in, at last, in the camera-imported films. But he still hasn't got the latest Gigabyte, film number 8, to appear. More patience. More fiddling. Then, yippee!!! Steep, green and gorgeous, there she is: Madeira.

Two cd´s, please. Thank you, you can close the window, now. I won't be jumping.