My feet are cold and 90% of my thoughts gravitate around the idea that I can’t swim. I am slightly slipping on the rock and the wind isn’t helping that much either. Is it even good time to fish when it’s windy? Doubt it. My mind reassures me, I got 3 friends behind me, a life buoy and some hot tea. That should keep me ok. I just learned how to throw the angler into the water and I looove the feeling when it just goes and goes out into the sea. The sound of the water hitting the rocks gives me flashbacks of much nicer temperatures, at the Romanian seaside. I keep throwing even though the waves and the putrid smell make me slightly noxious. Each time I hope maybe I’ll get the beginner’s luck and some huge thing gets hooked. Around the time when my tongue is too frozen for me to speak, everyone decides to go. We caught some algae though 🙂
I’m on the bus heading from Bergen to Volda. I had been dozing for a while now since the chairs are so comfy. I wake up just to see the bus stopped somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Apparently it was a bus stop. Through the window on my right I see a red-headed girl impatiently hiding a shy smile under the collar of her hoodie. She’s pacing around in her sporty “just got out of the house” outfit with hands in her pockets. Next thing I know a boy gets out of the bus almost running, throws his backpack on the sidewalk and just jumps into her arms. The last thing I see as we start moving is this tight hug in which colors take an impressionist look. His blonde hair, her flaming ponytail, his blue eyes, her turqoise hoodie, his green t-shirt. I’ve been here for 8 months and it’s the first time I see such a display of affection coming from Norwegians.