Det har vært helt magisk vær i Trondheim de siste dagene. Og selv om jeg har nytt været, solt meg og til og med tatt årets første bad, så slår sol med kjæreste sol uten kjæreste ned i støvlene.
(blomstrete kjole fra H&M, solbriller fra Fendi, øredobber fra søndagsmarked i New York)
After weeks of “OMG I have so much to do!” I have now arrived at “I have no idea what to do to fill all this time”. I blame lack of master thesis and lack of boyfriend. So my plans for the next week are:
1. study for my exam
2. exercise a lot
3. do all the chores I have postponed for 6 months
4. spend time in the sun (which is here! Yay!)
5. no idea
In a week I’m going to Bucharest in Romania for a forum/conference/thing with WOSM Europe and I am actually very happy about it. It will be fun. And I will have two whole days in Bucharest to relax and study as well.
And when I get back from Bucharest, Erik will be back again 🙂 and you know what? Then the summer will be here! Can’t wait!
Going home today. This is the view from Sogndal airport. An airport so small they scan luggage and carry-on in the same machine. Where the airport shuttle bus driver also is the one taking the luggage out of the airplane.
Sometimes you get just as much culture shock in the “next valley” as on the other side of the world.
I am returning home to an empty apartment and I have to admit that I am already missing him a lot (but not the alot, for those of you who know the joke) and really hate being alone. Especially now that communication is difficult and expencive. I know it is only two weeks, but I still miss him.
So if you see me, give me a hug. I’ll be happier because of it 🙂 Now; new week, new job applications…
Skulle du gjerne kommet deg ut i skogen, men bor litt langt unna Bymarka? Da er absolutt Tirsdagsbussen et godt alternativ. Tirsdagsbussen (og onsdagsbussen for den saks skyld) er et initiativ fra NTNUI. Kl. 18.00 kjører buss fra Gløshaugen og gjennom sentrum opp til Skistua (som ligger ved siden av studenterhytta). Derfra kan man ta seg en runde i lysløypa før det blir servert middag fra kl 20.00. Bussen går ned igjen kl 22.00.
Det er litt kort tid mellom man ankommer Skistua til det blir servert middag, så det er to ulike strategier som benyttes. Noen reiser opp bare for å kose seg foran peisen, spille spill og kanskje ta en tur i badstua før middag. Mens resten løper (ja, virkelig løper, de halser av gårde) to runder rundt lysløypa og spiser varm middag litt svette i trøya eller kald middag etter en dusj.
Etter middag kan man da slappe av foran peisen med en god øl (de har veldig godt utvalg av øl og tar nå også kort) og spille litt (eller bare prate skit).
Som en som skulle gå på ski, men ikke løper så veldig fort, var det litt demotiverende å bli løpt forbi av folk som jobber med Birken-formen, men det var godt å gå på ski og deilig å komme inn til varm mat. Og så er det noe eget med Studenterhytta. Det er egentlig litt som å være på Turistforeningshytte i tjukkeste påska. Alle er glade, alle er vennlige og man prater med dem man ender opp ved siden av på benken. Så til middag spiste vi middag med en som hadde reist opp alene, og foran peisen spilte jeg et slag Vri åtter med tre andre som også ville varme seg litt, men som jeg aldri har sett før.
Studenterhytta er også åpen i helgene og serverer middag både lørdag og søndag. Og på søndag er det til og med tre-retter 🙂 Så det er bare å komme seg ut i skogen 🙂
Jeg var på speidermøte i helga. Jeg vet ikke helt hva jeg skal kalle det, for det var en samling for programansvarlige på nasjonalt nivå i Europa som jobber med roverprogram. Uansett tilbragte jeg altså helgen i Lyndhurst utenfor Southhampton som ligger nesten ved havet sør for London. Lyndhurst var akkurat så idyllisk som Engelske landsbyer er på film og selv om det var siste helga i november var det skrekkelig varmt. Det tok meg 12 timer før jeg innså at jeg måtte kle av meg litt. Det høres kanskje rart ut å trenge 12 timer på å skjønne det, men jeg måtte faktisk gå uten strømpebukse under skjørtet og i bare t-skjorte (ikke genser) mesteparten av helga. Da vi reiste hjem på søndag startet jeg turen i småsko, silkeskjørt, pologenser og åpen kåpe. Det var først etter en time på utekafé i sola og tog- og busstur til Heathrow at jeg måtte kle på meg igjen. Og tenk at i Trondheim hadde det snødd samme natt…
Det tar lang tid å komme seg fra ingenmannsland (Lyndhurst) til ingenmannsland (Trondheim), spesielt når man må innom sentrale steder (London og Oslo). Så vi dro fra Foxlease kl 13.00, flyet gikk 19.00 fra Heathrow og flyet mitt fra Gardermoen skulle gå 23.05. Men da jeg skrudde på telefonen i Oslo, forberedt på å løpe til neste gate, stod det at flyet mitt var utsatt til 00.00. Det er akkurat det du vil høre sent en søndag kveld når du har reist i 10 timer allerede og vet at det er lenge til du får lov til å legge deg.
Nå er jo egentlig Gardermoen også ingenmannsland så det går ikke fly midt på natta. Derfor var nå plutselig vårt fly det aller siste som skulle forlate Gardermoen på søndag. Alle var tydelig slitne, trøtte og resignerte fordi de visste at det kom til å bli enda senere enn de hadde planlagt. Og det er her den faktiske fortellingen starter. For alle menneskene som kom til gaten kom gående rolig og stille. De satte seg ned på en ledig plass og fant fram musikk eller telefonen sin. Ingen pratet, ingen ruslet rundt, ingen spiste. Flyet vårt var forsinket på grunn av at mannskapet var forsinket og da den siste flyvertinnen kom reiste alle seg rolig opp og stilte seg i kø. Ingen sa et ord, ingen knuffet. Folk hadde boardingkortet klart og det var ikke noe trøbbel. Alle fant rolig plassen sin i flyet, samarbeidet om å få plass til all håndbagasjen (også uten å prate) og var hjelpsomme og rolige. Alle sovnet momentant med en gang de hadde satt seg ned og jeg tror jeg så fire leselys på under flyturen. Da vi skulle ut var det på samme måte. Fordi vi var det siste flyet på Værnes også, så stod flybussen og ventet på oss. Det tok 8 minutter å fylle tre flybusser og 15 min til for alle å betale. Så kjørte de tre bussene i kortesje inn til sentrum. Fra siste flyvertinnen kom til jeg gikk av flybussen tror jeg det tok maks 2 timer. Og det var da for å få 4 * 23 mennesker inn og ut av et fly og inn og ut av en buss, samt reisetid.
Det var en surrealistisk opplevelse. Så mange mennesker, så liten plass. Alle var slitne og trøtte. Og i stedet for at det ble skrekkelig, så er det den beste flyturen jeg har hatt. Alle jeg traff som var på jobb (fra sikkerhetskontrollen til SAS-personalet til bussjåførene) var hjelpsomme og vennlige og effektive.
Plutselig er det mindre enn to uker til eksamen og i morgen er det 1. desember. Vanligvis gleder jeg meg ikke så mye til jul, men i år har jeg fått julekalender i posten av mamma og jeg lurer veldig på hva det kan være i alle de små pakkene. Om 19. dager reiser jeg fra Trondheim. Da skal jeg være ferdig med populasjonsgenetikk for alltid og jeg skal være ferdig med de populasjonsgenetiske analysene i masteroppgaven min også.
Right now I am on my way back to Trondheim. Again. SAS is the second largest contributor to my phone inbox at the moment and has been for a while. I travel too much. I can assure you that once a week, five weeks in a row, isn’t fun. But you quickly get a favorite everything.
Favorite airline? SAS.
Favorite luggage? Carry on.
Favorite airshuttle? Flybussekspressen in Trondheim, Flytoget in Oslo.
And so, I have turned into a monster.
I have my favorite spot on both the bus and the train (back of the bus, last seat of a window, in front of the train to faster get to the tube).
I am the queen of light packing.
I always carry liquids in flight bags, even when I’m not flying.
I have stopped using a special bag for toiletries, I use a flight bag.
I know the timetable of the airportexpress in Trondheim by heart.
But soon, in 1,5 weeks, I’ll be in Trondheim for at least three weeks in a row. No meetings, no travelling. And then? CHRISTMAS
😀
Det er sånn her jeg ser ut nå.
Det har vært en deilig helg i Stockholm med Erik. Noe av det beste jeg vet er å reise på tur med ham, uansett hva vi gjør eller hvor vi reiser. Nå bodde vi i Söder (fant en leilighet gjennom Air bnb), brukte halve reisebudsjettet på middag, fant genser, sko og bukseseler (!) til Erik og kjole og lue til meg. Vi var innom magiske Beyond Retro i Zinkendamm og så teater av August Strindberg på Stadsteatern. Butikken “på hjørnet” hadde like bra utvalgt som alle Menybutikkene i Norge til sammen. Og så jogget vi 8 km på en time, fra Söder langs vannet og helt bort til Djurgården, på en søndag morgen. Flinkispoeng, der ja. Og trikken vi tok hjem hadde restaurantvogn 🙂
Vi rakk fika, god mat, shopping og sightseeing (det er rart hvor mye man ser når man løper byen rundt) og har blitt kløppere på enda et undergrunnssystem. Stockholm anbefales på det sterkeste!
PS: fikk tatt noen bilder, de kommer nok etter hvert.
Today we are going to Stockholm! See you on the other side (of the weekend).
No seriously, I did. This weekend I was in Stavanger for Roverstevnet 2011, a national rover event. The theme this time was vikings and the partisipants made swords, viking cotumes, learned live sword fighting, used bow and arrow and coocked food over open fire. The whole thing ended with a great battle in Hafrsfjord, the historic site where Harald Hårfagre for the first time made Norway one kingdom. The battle was Saturday evening and 75 rovers aged 16 to 22 fought for an hour or so. What did I do? I slept in Ragnar’s car in the parking lot 15 m from the battle. It has to be said that I had slept 4,5 hours that night and had been driving around with Asbjørn the whole day working. I was just going to take a little nap before the battle and woke 2 hours later when Ragnar came back and said we had to drive home…
I’ll probably post some pictures later. I almost didn’t take any pictures this time, because the partisipants were all over Stavanger that day and it was either raining or dark. But I think a couple of other people did take som pictures, so it’s all good.
Madla and Hafrsfjord is the place for the next national jamboree (landsleir), by the way. Stavanger 2013, it’s called.
Other than that it was a really good weekend. I got to see many old friends and I got a couple of new ones. The weekend ended with the first episode of Breaking bad, season 1 and smoked salmon paté.
In four days I will be going to Stockholm with Erik 😀 I like nothing more than travelling with him and I am over the clouds right now. Not that Stockholm is that exotic and different from Trondheim. But the biggest difference, I think, is that Stockholm actually is a city. It is much more international and diverse. It’ll be fun. We’ll probably go to the theatre or opera or something. And hopefully find a concert in a bar or small concert hall. I hope I’ll find some good vintage and hopefully a dress or to (new or old). And then there will be lots of delicious food and some sightseeing.
The last weekend is just over and I can’t wait for the next one to start.
Even though we probably had the best weather Tromsø could give us, we started up grey like this. And it is definitely a lot more autumn there than down south.
This is Stina. She is my new friend from Uppsala.
Stina and Anders are both from Uppsala Univeristy. I hung out with them the whole week I was in Tromsø. Which means that we had breakfast, lunch and dinner together, in addition to being in lectures together the whole day, every day. It was good to have people around me. It gets a bit quiet at the museum sometimes.
Street art in Tromsø
And here, the third Swede, Elisabet. She is a PhD from Göteborg. This is Sunday, our only day off. We had walked to town to catch the bus to fjellheisen.
And here we are, the whole gang.
The view from the cable car itself. The weather wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t terrible either, so we were pleased.
The cable car was quite crowded, but we didn’t need to wait too long to get up there.
And here, the fungi. Elisabet works with fungi and the three of us learned a lot of fungi during the week. Here you can see her smelling it to find out which species it is.
Biologists enjoying the simple pleasures in life.
You have no idea how much entertainment there is in 300 meters of heath 😉
Tromsø city in the background.
This is a grass. And those long green things on the end of the grass, those are new shoots. They are clones of the mother plant and will drop off at the end of the season and start a new life. To be viviparous is quite common in plants (to make new shoots, without fertilization) and especially in alpine plants. If the summer is too short and cold, they usually end up doing like this, in stead of reproducing sexually.
🙂 I am very fond of lichens. I have to learn the names of them eventually. But I have a lichen book at home, to it might happen some day.
There is a lot of variation, you just have to stoop down low enough to see it.
This was the view from the breakfast room at the hotel and what you see is the mainland. Tromsø is on a small island, almost like Trondheim.
The sunset taken from the bus on our way home one night. Tromsø is truly beautiful with wonderful mountains and everywhere. I highly recommend it. And it is quite fascinating how they have alpine plants not only in a city, but all the way down to the beaches.
About a month ago, I was fortunate enough to get my boyfriend back from the USA. We went to his cabin for a few days to escape from the world. It rained the whole time, but I go a couple of nice photos anyway. And I also found some fungi (mushroom) that we had for breakfast.
I was very pleased when I found these 🙂
Mmmm, breakfast.
So, a while ago I wrote about how Lonely Planet had this article about what would have been nice to have at airports. Some things were mentioned, like places to sleep for an hour or two, someplace you could take a quick wash, cut your hair or read a book in quiet. And now they have startet coming 🙂
In this Norwegian article they say that Sheremetyevo International Airport in Moscow installed a SleepBox in their Aero Express terminal. It contains two bunk beds, WiFi, lamps for reading, air condition, plugs to charge whatever you like, stereo and a wake up function. It is exactly what you need between long flights! They can be rented from 15 minutes and will cost approx. 15 € an hour. No more sleeping on the floor or chairs in a corner someplace.
In the article they mention that more airports have alternatives for sleeping, so put Heathrow or Gatwick (Yotel Units), München, Tokyo, Osaka, Atlanta or Philadelphia International Airport (sleeping capsules) on your list too.
I think travelling around the world will get much more comfortable. Just you wait and see 🙂
Ok, so I’ve been in Tromsø for six days now. I haven’t had school all day every day for along time and it is exhausting! I get up, eat breakfast, take the bus with the others to the Uni. Then we have lectures and assignments all day, with lunch in the cantina at some point. I stay in a hotel without a restaurant and a kitchen, so we have to eat out. So then we either eat in the cantina or we take the bus to town and find a restaurant. Last week that ended in beers around town (still with our school books and everything) after dinner and a late bus home. Crash at the hotel, quite early, but exhausted and then the new day starts. No time for blogging. No time for the rest of my life.
There is internet, but it is slow. I have a room to myself, but the bed is narrow. I get hotel breakfast everyday, but I have to catch the bus and have no time to enjoy it. I have to eat at restaurants every day, but can’t really afford it. I am half bored and half drowned in really difficult stuff at Uni, but today I finally started to connect all the programs we have been using and understanding how all these parameters that we are estimating are connected (or intertwined, really) and even started working on my own data set for real! So exited! Ask me about Fst values, migration, pairwise differences, p-values, allele ferquencies, microsatellite loci or sequence data and I will keep you entertained for hours…
But, we had Sunday off and started it with a late breakfast (we is my new crew of PhDs from Uppsala and Göteborg. They are wonderful people). We walked into town (Tromsø is so not the Paris of the north. I have been to Paris recently. But the public transport system in Paris is easier than the one here. We often end up walking everywhere, because the buses never go anywhere) and found our way to Fjellheisen. It is a cable car up one of the local mountains. We were lucky and could see most of the view… (Tromsø is very far north and quite far out into the Norwegian sea and there is always fog/rain/something here). And since we were all botanists (almost, one mycologist as well), we mostly looked down at the ground… We had lunch in the fog, refused to pay to see Ishavskatedralen (it’s just a church after all) and were kicked out of Polaris, the polar museum, because it was late and they were closing (did get to see a bit of it, though). I might sound bitter, but it actually was a really nice day. We got a lot of fresh air and were out all day and that was all I wanted to get out of the day. And Tromsø isn’t that bad, it’s just very dark and cold here.
I am taking pictures, but all my electronic equipment is quitting on me, so there will be no pictures for a while. If you want entertainment, listen to Titanium by David Guetta and Sia (it’s from his last album) – I will see him in October or find yourself a fashion blog (or www.vogue.co.uk) and look at pictures from New York Fashion Week and London Fashion Week that are both going on right now.
Want to know what I think? Flowing fabrics, more neon colours, statement coats, patterns, choose the decade you like and stick with it. Nude is still not a bad colour, and animal print is still with us. I haven’t decided yet (and am spending all my money on food in Tromsø and concerts and theatre in Trondheim) so my wardrobe will stay the same for a couple of weeks. But if you’re in Trondheim and need an All Wardrobe Work Through or just a new dress for a gala, let me know 🙂 I’m staying put in Trondheim the whole of October.
Dobbeldekker med leverpostei og rødbetsalat til frokost.
Dobbeldekker med pesto, brie, salami og tomat til lønsj.
Frøbrikke med gulost, paprika og salat (gitt av SAS) til 3-mat (eller 15-mat om du foretrekker 24-timers klokke).
Fiskesuppe med “scampi” (aka reker) og brød (tilberedt av SiTø – Studentsamskipnaden i Tromsø) til middag.
Eksotisk miks + hasselnøtter + bananchips til kveldsmat. (Det er fem timer mellom frokost og lønsj og mellom lønsj og middag så dette skal bli mulepose den neste uka.)
Frokost og lønsj er dekket av ForBio, men ikke middag (og vi har ingen mulighet til å lage den selv), så en vis mann sa at jeg fikk se på det som ferie og kose meg med å spise på restaurant hver dag… Men det hjelper nok på å spise billigmiddag til 45 kr hos SiTø innimellom for å holde kostnadene nede.
Det er lange dager, men ingenting på kveldene. Jeg tenkte jeg skulle være flink og jogge, men det blir fort mørkt her og det er faktisk både kaldt og høst. Nesten alle trærne er gule og det er nødvendig med både noe på hodet, rundt halsen og på hendene. Høst, ja. Kanskje jeg skal ta med meg kameraet mitt på tur en dag?
First pit stop.
Our day in Lübeck started a bit chilly. Me in my faithful metallic top, new Stine Goya jacket, pistachio top and very old and very torn jeans shorts. I walked those sandals to pieces this summer.
Lüeck is an old trade city with lots of nice buildings.
They are famous for their marzipan. This is a model of New York in marzipan. At that point, I had left NYC four days earlier.
One of my most favorite treats; pralineren. Small pieces of heaven.
Mmmmm
Can’t get enough.
They made everything out of marzipan. Whole roses for instance.
Outside the church, they have a famous brass devil.
With all the trade going on, they have a long tradition with both tea and china. This made me think of my earlier blog post on interior blogs, white and flowers…
Not that it isn’t pretty. It’s just almost too pretty.
There are a lot of old restaurants. This lead window is from the captain’s restaurant. But I also would recommend the Rathauskeller.
Not a bad age for a restaurant…
This just has to be a good place.
We did find some 2CVs along the road. This one was quite re-done.
Look at this house. Notice the roof? The house is actually built into half a tower. Me loves it. What a wonderful combination of economic sense and wonderful decorating possibilities.
There was a monastery herbal garden. We had to take a look.
Inspections were done of every 2CV we passed 🙂
Now we’re in France with French gardens and the lot.
Pretty roses.
They even decorate their lampposts.
Nancy was a very white and very pretty city.
The flowers were matching the gargoyles in the fountain outside the church.
We were also very white and very pretty. Here outside the Grand Hotel with a very good bottle of white on a very white square.
Dad is Ze Wine Masta
Ultimate summer cool; shades.
And then my car broke down. Luckily nothing happened until the last day before the car gathering, so a lot of other 2CVs were on the road in the same direction. And suddenly we were three Norwegians, a French and two Fins standing on the motor way fixing my car. Had we ever met them before? No. Did they help? Oh, definitely. I managed to get almost to the site (Salbris before stopping again).
A lot of tools and different spare parts were out and about.
I had “chosen” a bad place to stop, because it was terribly narrow, but we managed anyhow.
Cars driving by (especially trucks like these) kept honking at us. As if we would be there if we didn’t have to…
Lunch! After driving through a couple of French villages, we realized that the narrow 2CV totally matches the narrow streets of French towns. We looked so right in the scenery.
The closer we got to Salbris, the more 2CVs we found.
So many nice colours.
The blob is called a duck tail (anderumpe) and I love the suitcase.
What a beautiful sight, 2CVs on the road, all heading in the same direction. These guys were from the Netherlands, I think.
Photography while driving. One in every 30 is good.
Aren’t we pretty? The last lunch before we arrived in Salbris. The rest of the pictures from the gathering I’ll put in a separate post. There are a huge pile of pictures of wonderful cars.
All of us (except me) in Vechta on our way back again. After visiting Paris we just drove straight home, so there were not that many pictures. The only important thing to know about Vechta is that this is where Der Franzose is. They sell 2CV parts and dad is a most loyal customer.
Dolly and me. In total we drove 4500 km on the trip. This summer Dolly has driven 7000 km. And that’s only from mid May until now. And now I even have gotten parking space for her in Trondheim and winter storage, so now I’m ready for Autumn.
This is the first of many posts about France, the trip and everything. Petter and I had decided that when we drove past Paris anyway, we could just as well stop by and find out what kind of city it was. In the end we got the rest of my family and a couple of other guys to join us as well and the trip was a blast. We were only there for three days and only saw a small part of it all, but now we have lots still to see 🙂
I managed to do a bit of shopping while in Paris and bought a pair of silver sandals, a pair of black ballet pumps a wonderful yellow bag (that you have already seen) and two Moleskine books of different sizes.
Ok so, Paris
The day we arrived in Paris…
Petter, Ingeborg and Dolly in Paris
Traffic in Paris – much better than I feared, but only because we were saved by the GPS…
We were 11 cars driving together to Paris and therefore had to do some circles around the Champs Elysees. It was fantastic! Ah, cars driving in every direction, from every direction, it was like being on a radio car track and I LOVED it. You should try it sometime.
This is me and Dolly! Petter took lots of pictures of us and Dolly and I managed to be on one. I think we did more than 10 rounds before we exited 🙂
Now; pictures of me and differently shaped rocks in Paris. Pretend not to notice Petter’s fingerprint on my lens… (I was wearing mom’s old Adidas shorts and a loose fitting metallic top. It was terribly hot while we were there.)
We had breakfast in the park. I can’t remember it’s name but on the other side you’ll find Louvre.
There were a lot of statues in the park. I like men’s backsides (in case you wondered).
Me and Louvre. To actually see anything in there, I might need a lifetime. Or three months dedicated to the place. Just tell me if you want to join.
Leather goods were of so high quality and so detailed and wonderful that it was a good thing I almost had no money.
Since it was so hot, we spent a lot of time in the shade drinking something (here coffee) and looking at people passing us by. It’s not hard to notice that Paris is a fashionable city. You don’t find many of these women back in Trondheim…
Ah, the chef’s salad and a pleasant white for lunch. I could live with that.
And now that I have seen both, a burger is a burger whether you’re in the USA or in France, but in France they ask you if you want it medium or rare…
New ballet flats. Everyone in Paris wears them. I might need more in different colours. I might also need to move away from Trondheim before I can wear any of them.
My very wonderful brother.
The travel buddies, waiting for the credit card (mom) to arrive so we could get something to eat.
The last thing we did before leaving Paris was to see the Eiffel tower. We had done nothing else that was very touristy, so this was a minimum.
The Eiffel tower and a tree.
There actually was a nice park underneath it. Behind that tree you will find the incredibly long queue to get to the top.
Oooh! Flowers!
Pretty
Petter, The Rolling Stones and the Eiffel tower.
Me, new pink dress from Boston and silver sandals bought in Paris and the Eiffel tower.
And just when we were about to leave, a 2CV drove up in front of the Eiffel tower. Nothing could have been more right for this trip.
I am definitely going back to Paris. And next time I will have more money so I can bring an extra suitcase home… And you should also bring someone you like to cuddle, for it is a city for lovers.
Hurray! I have finally managed to find some pictures from my trip down south to France. These are from the meeting of 2CV friends itself, which was in Salbris. I have more pictures, but here are some to show you just how it was.
My brother’s car.
Many people upgraded while in Salbris. You see, all the car part dealers were there 🙂
We were two that needed to change the ignition system and lots of people who hang with us and talked and helped. Fun!
Sometimes it helps to be two.
Morten and Jan Erik were helping me. They are wonderful. Me in my 2CV shirt and Citröen caps.
A bit of adjustment to get the ignition right.
Lots of people were selling food. This guy made sausages…
These guys sold something that looked like sausage but definitely wasn’t. We never could find out what it was. And that was mostly because no-one could speak even the tiniest bit of English and nobody had bothered putting up signs in English. It was like they pretended it was only for French people and ignored the rest of us.
Most of our eating was done standing because none of the places selling food had brought anything to sit on.
Fresh out of military service.
Ice cream!
I had my first ever macaroons there. Terribly sweet, but good. But I needed two days to finish them all…
And then we went to a wine tasting 🙂
I want a castle like this (as long as you give me the money to keep it as well)!
Dad knows really much about wine and we learned a lot.
Eager tasters and listeners.
We were in the wine district Poille Fumé, which is very close to Sancerre and Burgundy. They mostly make white wines and rosé wines there and it is a quite small wine area almost in the middle of France.
It was terribly hot while we were there, but that was normal, I think.
This will be white wine, someday.
🙂 TRAKTOR! This day ended with an epic feast at our hotel, lots of wonderful wine from Poilly Fumé and Burgundy and the most wonderful goose paté and steak. It was heaven.
When we came back, the whole Norwegian camp had a BBQ.
We must have had 15 tables lined up.
After driving our cars, this is what we did second most during the two weeks we were on the road; reading. That is definitely what summers are for.
This is from the championship. The team is to take the 2CV apart, get all the parts through a whole and build the car again and then drive it two meters. The Fins won over the Portugese and spent about an hour doing this. It was really fun watching.
They had one car each, naturally.
This guy hand painted cars. They were really nice. Lots of people sold gadgets and things. I didn’t buy that many things, but it was fun just looking as well. (I mostly bought car parts…)
I have many more pictures, from the trip down, from Paris and more from the meeting in Salbris also. I have wonderful amounts of pictures of 2CVs, but all in good time.
I’m not only back in Trondheim, but I have started working on my thesis again as well, so the days are getting more and more busy. And the first thing I will do after starting working is going back to Oslo for almost a week… This September is going to fly by! I love the autumn 🙂
I have attended a really good course this week and one of the less useful things I learned was how to calculate “reisedøgn”, that is, how many days you are away from home, traveling, during a year. The one teaching us said that he traveled 200 days a year or something and I started thinking about how much I travel myself. And so I started counting. It is considered one day if you travel 24 hours. Day number two is another 24 hours, but from the third day every new day is counted if it has lasted more than 6 hours.
2011
Jan: 8 + 2 + 1, Feb: 2, Mar: 1, Apr: 2 + 1 + 11 + 2, May: 5 + 1, Jun: 2, Jul: 11 + 13, Aug: 14 + 6, Sep: 1 + 2 + 12, Oct: 1 + 2, Nov: 2 + 4 + 1 + 1 + 2.
Sum: 110
Considering there are 365 days in 2011 and I haven’t counted December, my count would be 110/ 334 = 0,33. I am actually just spending 2/3 of the year here in Trondheim. Counting weekends I probably barely spend half the weekends of the year here. The sad thing is that is has barely anything to with Trondheim. I would still travel as much if I lived in Oslo. Maybe it would have saved me 15 days a year, but not much more.
I am having one of my rare weekends alone in Trondheim and during the weekend I will be up to date with all my scouting work, I will have had three meetings, one dinner date and have worked at Samfundet. And hopefully my pictures will be organized, my flat clean and tidy and I will be rested for next week. I fear there will not be much sleep next week…
After more than 15 trips the last six months, SAS lost my luggage between Oslo and Trondheim today. Lucky for me, my new flatmate has a Mac so I can charge my computer. Hopefully they will deliver my luggage tomorrow so I can charge my phone as well… I can’t believe they lost it. Oh well, I have 10 days in Trondheim and almost no plans. It will be the perfect transition between holidays and work. and maybe I’ll have time to respond to e-mails and make albums of all my pictures from this summer as well.
But now I have to go to sleep and brood over my missing luggage. Tomorrow everything will be better.
We went to a flea market and a raffle thing. One guy designed t-shirts like this one. I love that the world is so small that you can find your fandom on the other side of the world. Hipsterville made me feel terribly and wonderfully normal, but it was cozy.
We went shopping to get Erik some new clothes. He needed it. I am very pleased and I hope he is too. It was fun. But I won’t recommend Abercombie and Fitch though, the costumer service there was terrible. J Crew on the other hand was fantastic. And they had so many pretty things that I had to look down when I walked through the lady department. And on a second note, Banana Republic too. Great service, good clothes, nice prices.
We had the most amazing view from the roof of the Air b’n’b apartment we rented in NY and it was so surrealistic to actually be in NYC.
My “breakfast with a view of Manhattan” shot
This is the reason why Erik was in Boston in the first place. Him and Stian (the one on the right) and a third one are going to start up RESolar during the next year as part of their master degree in entrepreneurship. And they hope to actually make a living of it. At least earn money. And Boston is supposed to be a great place for entrepreneurs so there they went. This is their office at Boston University (they are part of a Norwegian Entrepreneurship Program at BU).
We went on a harbor cruise to see a bit of Boston harbor. It’s important to be touristy when you are a tourist. And it was terribly hot out so it was great to spend some time on a boat away from the boiling streets.
Ingeborg, Erik and Boston harbor.
I had some time to myself while Erik was at school and ended up taking pictures of people I saw. Here I am in the Boston Common, the park in Boston. I just loved her red pumps so I had to take a picture. She looks so stylish even with all the commotion around her. They didn’t have a real botanical garden there (and I didn’t have time to visit the one in Brooklyn), but the parks were really nice.
The lake and the bridge and just behind it you will find the swan boats.
Wonderful old streets in Boston. Even the shops had flowers outside. While walking through the old parts of the city you felt how old the city was (at least for USA) and it is very European in a way. The narrow streets and the cobble stones made it so much more cozy and friendly.
This is our wonderful hostess in Boston, her name is Khadijah and she is wonderful. She has written this. I am really pleased with Air b’n’b and recommend it to everyone. It was a really good way of finding cheap lodgings and to get some insight tips on what to do just in that part of town where you are staying. Try it! Khadijah happened to be something right between Erik and myself an entrepreneur who writes about biology and science. It was so fun meeting her.
This is the park closest to where Erik lives in Brookline just outside of Boston. We spent quite a lot of time doing nothing while I was visiting. It was wonderful. I very seldom do nothing and just lying in the sun reading or having lunch in the shade was just what I needed.
This was my second day in Boston. A random guy wanted us to take his picture, so then we asked him to take ours. I will be going back to New York. There are still so many things yet to see and do. Even though we went to the Met and Broadway I still haven’t seen the park or the statue and I need to do some real shopping there as well. But NYC will still be there in 10 years and I’m in no hurry. There are so many other places I want to see as well. The list is just getting longer and my plans are full as always, so it might take some time.