Original plagiary by OR
A lot of things that goes on in this world make me mad and scared as a cow: giant swirls of plastic in the seas, global warming, Donald Trump, IS, Assad, world economics, world politics, religion, racism, sexism. Like most people, I do very little to face my fears and fight the things that make … Continue reading Original plagiary by OR
Bakaromtinden
In Troms, there is a peninsula called Malangen. Malangen is so close, and yet so far away. You can see many of the majestic mountains from Tromsø, but if you drive over land, it takes hours and hours to get there. Under water, it takes less than an hour, but you then have to pay … Continue reading Bakaromtinden
Midnight sun
It is mid-August, and the sun has once again started to take a dip below the horizon. This past summer, if one may call the past few months summer, the midnight sun has really made an effort to live up to its name, because it has mainly shown its presence during night. I don’t know … Continue reading Midnight sun
Raindrops keep falling on our helmets
But that doesn’t mean that our eyes will soon be turning red. It just means that our shoes have started smelling like swamps, and that our fingers have gained a striking resemblance with well dried raisins. The heavy clouds that has claimed Tromsø as their home have somehow teleported Dionne Warwick (or Burt Bacharach) and … Continue reading Raindrops keep falling on our helmets
Arctic summer
Things don’t always fall out according to plan. Last summer, our grand plan was to tour northern Norway in Ralf, the yellow Caravelle, in search of hidden trail gems. We had to cancel that plan because of Martin’s mysterious illness. I wasn’t all too disappointed with staying put in Troms. We found more gems in … Continue reading Arctic summer
