I would be lying if I claimed that September didn’t offer rain and mud. Rain and mud is always on the menu in Tromsø, even when September decides to dress up in gold. But although mud and rain has certainly been served during the past four weeks, it has been more like an occasional appetizer …
They say that time heal all wounds. I hope that They are right and that time is working overtime on my right leg. Although more than two years has passed since the snow on Lebnes tore me apart, the scars that the avalanche left on my body still give me pain. But time is making … Continue reading Pleasure and pain
After two weeks of sitting on my ass (first because of the flu, then the AVI conference, and finally because of the flu again), my body was screaming for activity on Friday. As everyone in the vicinity unfortunately get to experience, all sitting on the butt and no play makes me a very grumpy and … Continue reading What a weekend two days make
And so, the sun has risen above the horizon for the last time this year in Tromsø (10.55). It will dissapear below the mountains at 12.06, not to appear again until January 15. I thought that I, having been brought up in Umeå where the sun rises at 10 am and sets at 2 pm … Continue reading Last sunrise in Tromsø
I had two reasons for moving to Tromsø. The first one was the mountains, the second one was the whales. I harbor a very naive love for mammals (and birds, and sometimes fish too). Like many other naivists, my greatest dream is to find a kindred spirit in a member of a different species. I … Continue reading WHALES!
When I showed a friend of mine the photo I took during my morning commute on Monday, he said “I have always thought that Munk was an expressionist, now I realize that he was a realist.” I managed to refrain from screaming out loud as I rode across the bridge, but I definitely felt just … Continue reading Expressionistic reality
And so it was finally time to let Steve, Maria’s pimped Caddy, show his true color on his premier tour in Norway. Our plan was to spend almost two weeks on the road, working our way towards the mountain bike festival, Hokkfest in Ål. And yes, we were pretty stoked about it. Our friend Cecilia … Continue reading Two chicks and a car named Steve tripping on Norway – Part I