I guess a short introduction is in order. I have long moved from Volda. Now living in a bit bigger place named Hamar, somewhere around an hour from Oslo. And autumn is knocking at the gates and I just had to catch that moment.
I love this sort of cult Norwegians seem to have with making their windows pretty to look at from the outside.
Tatiana was kind enough to let me take pics of her. Hope she doesn’t sue me for putting them out here.
Being slightly tempted to jump over the fence and go for a swing. Tatiana was slightly tempted to go and even out the length of the swings. Either way, I don’t think the house owner would be very pleased.
I simply adore nature in the autumn. Those colors…
Adorable little things you see on your way to school/work.
No idea what is going on behind that window, but I would make a drawing room in there.
Something divine in that lighting.
“Loc de stat cu capul in maini in mijlocul sufletului”
Heading back home. Our ears are freezing. That yellowish light is tricky. It brings but the illusion of heat.
Have recently started being nostalgic about Volda. So I put together some virtual flashbacks.
Photoshoot in extreme conditions. Frosty was my middle name.
Between the summer job and writing my bachelor thesis I managed to go out, take some shots and even put them up here. If there was a championship for the least persevering blogger, I’m pretty sure I would have a chance at winning. Oh well, here it goes. A little bit of my summer in Tønsberg, Norway.
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.
I’ve been getting questions about Norway from various people and it seems that’s the main reason people read my blog. So…I decided to start a new series of posts. Just descriptions of cool moments I have had so far, sometimes with pictures. I hope it will be some good.
*cu riscul de a parea pretentioasa, cred ca renunt sa mai scriu in romana de vreme ce mai bine de jumatate din cititori se pare ca nu sunt romani…:D
It was my second night in Oslo, I was drunk with hapiness and Hansa (Norwegian beer) and we were staying at a nice guy we met through couchsurfing.
I am somewhere on a plateau in the woods, it’s dark as hell and I can barely see Liv in front of me sitting on the bench. The only things I can distinguish are her blonde dreadlocks. Far behind her, somewhere low, there’s the water of the fjord and the entire Oslo. She’s doing the unthinkable for a Norwegian: she is sharing her ecological wine with me (It doesn’t taste that good but I’m out of beer). We can barely see the glasses on the cold wooden table. She talks to me about how she started working as a storyteller and we end up speaking about how generally people in the Northern regions of a country have the best kinds of swearings. Somewhere around 4 o’clock it gets way too chilly for me and my woolen dress. It may be mid august but it’s still Norway and the raindrops start falling soon. We head for S.’s place without any light but the phone display, praying we’ll still find our way through the forrest. I don’t remember how we got back.
1. The cute neat houses which seem taken out of a movie set
2. The fact that 99.9 % of people here speak English
3. Good bread
4. The fact that they have butter that doesn’t stiffen in the fridge plus a separate type of butter for cooking
5. Everything generally seems well thought (from buses, trains and ferries to social assistance)
6. You get paid if you go to school away from home
7. Beer is welcome anytime
8. You can actually leave your door open without finding your room empty after half an hour (but we’ll come back to that later)
9. The outfits people pull off when going to a club EVEN in a village
10. The incredible views. wherever you turn your head there’s a mindblowing shape of a mountain with incredible lighting emphasising its greatness. (see facebook albums :p )
It’s not a top ten. Just random ten things that came into my mind at 2 o’clock at night. Ten things I don’t like about Norway coming up soon…