Camp camp camp

So today is the last day of camp here in Stavanger and as always it seems as if it had just started. It is always like that with scout camps. I have had a week with bloody brilliant Autralians, walked pulpit rock (Preikestolen), managed 10 kids from 12 to 16 years for a week and held an activity on democracy training. I have met lots of old friends I haven’t seen since the last national jamboree in 2009 or in Trondheim last year. Some have babies, some have moved, many are in new relationships, but all of them are just the same.

I tink that is one of the things I like the most about scout camp, how you keep meeting your friends and you alway start where you left off the last time. Today is the marked day and the finale with lots of acticities. But we also have to start taking down the camp as we are leaving tomorrow. And as I am flying out very early tomorrow I also have to pack everything Erik and I need washedand take it with me.

Saturday I will be in Oslo doing everything that needs doing before we leave for Seattle and South Korea. I am really looking forward to four weeks on adventure with Erik 🙂

But now I have to get up because the activities start soon and the kids will be back from their overnight hike and we have to be prepared.

Click the liknk to the left to see my camp experience captured by instagram or check out the camp website (www.stavanger2013.no.

Travel plans

The next five weeks of my life will look like this:

One week of scout camp in Stavanger

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Two weeks of univerity courses in Seattle

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Two weeks of complete relaxation and exploration in South Korea (here is Busan)

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We come back in the middle of August, and after that it’s back to finish the apartment and back to work…

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This weekend I am here:

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Nice, eh?

This is Havbratt, owned by the Norwegian Scout and Guide Association. We are having our monthly committee meeting here, sailing around Kristiansand.

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I hope I will look as cool as Raymond (yellow hat) and Trygve. Raymond is actually in the committee, but will leave us in September when his turn is over. Raymond is a sea scout and will be our captain for the weekend. I am bringing my camera, so keep your fingers crossed for good weather!

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Livreddende førstehjelp

Onsdag kveld, etter å ha vært med på generalforsamlingen i Furulund 1 og før vi tok mål av det som skal bli vårt nye kjøkken, ga jeg livreddende førstehjelp. Jeg gjorde det ikke alene og jeg gjorde det ikke lenge, men jeg gjorde akkurat det jeg skulle.

Jeg kjente hvordan utallinge førstehjelpskurs og øvelser med dramatisering av skadesteder var med meg mens det skjedde. Jeg nølte ikke, jeg tvilte ikke og jeg var en effektiv del av en gruppe som hjalp en gammel mann.

Det som skjedde var at en gammel mann i følget vårt fikk et illebefinnende mens vi gikk inn i blokka, han falt om (besvimte) og vi la ham i stabilt sideleie og ringte umiddelbart 113. Det tok ikke lang tid før han slutt å puste og vi ikke kjente noe puls. Så fortalte nødsentralen oss at vi skulle begynne med hjerte-lunge-redning.

Vi var tre stykker som holdt på, Erik, meg og en dame som bor i blokka. Hun holdt hodet, Erik holdt tunga og jeg gjorde kompresjoner. For deg som ikke har hatt så mye førstehjelp i det siste, så er det slik at forskning har vist at det er kompresjonene som er aller viktigst for å holde oksygentilgangen til hjernen gående, så hjernen ikke dør, ikke innblåsninger. Så det var det vi gjorde, masse kompresjoner.

Damen som hjalp oss var sykepleier og rapporterte til nødsentralen at jeg gjorde kompresjonene riktig og spurte meg om jeg var sykepleier. Litt beskjemmet måtte jeg svare at nei, jeg er speider. Det var en underlig følelse å si at jeg var flink fordi jeg var speider. Men så var jeg også veldig stolt, nettopp fordi jeg var flink til noe som jo er sentral speiderlærdom. Underveis var jeg glad for at jeg hadde prøvd mye på en Anne-dukke, jeg visste hvordan jeg skulle lete etter punktet jeg skulle presse på, jeg visste at jeg kom til å knekke masse ribbein (de knakk veldig tydelig med en sprø lyd) og jeg visste at det kom til å bli svett og slitsomt (og det ble det).

Det var en underlig følelse å sitte der og vite at denne mannen egentlig var død, mens han lå der var han død. Etter at ambulansefolka hadde brukt strøm og annen magi på ham så levde han igjen og så får jeg håpe at jeg møter ham i hagen til sommeren.

One day in Malta

I finally found time to post my pictures from Malta. I only brought my camera one day, the other days I was too busy holding sessions and running around.

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An orange tree

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An ice cream van

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The lobby of our hotel

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Waiting to go out

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The view from the hotel

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This is where I took my lunch hour swim

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Two fourths of RoverSambandet

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Malta is a big rock, so everything was made from rock also all the fences

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I found a place in the road where snails had completely taken over all the vegetation, it looked quite spectacular

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Unripe fig on figtree

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I would like a door like this

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The Maltese love their balconies

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This is Valletta, as much as I saw of it

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Oh, and we walked past a house full of garden gnomes

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A mini-door for the gnomes

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The only picture of me on my own camera

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The Maltese are very catholic and we saw saints and small chapels all over the place

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I remember taking a picture of this fish in Shetland, and it was all over Malta as well

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A church with coloured light bulbs

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A Spanish scout found us and wanted a picture

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Another saint

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The walls of Mdina, the old town in Malta

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We had our dinner and a walk inside Mdina. All the people we met were all dressed up.

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And all the roads in Mdina were bent

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We even found a Maltese wedding

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Jón and I really wanted some of that champagne, but we were a bit underdressed

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I think I want succulents on my balcony too

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Week 21

I realise I didn’t really blog last week. But let me tell you, it was a crazy week. Tuesday it was our 2 year anniversary and we shared a bottle of wine over a homecooked meal and talked about life. Then the crazy started. Wednesday we packed all the gear we needed for the canoe trip and I cut my hair (finally!).

Thursday I went straight to Bekkestua, I picked up things I needed for the trip, my bunad and some of mom’s clothes from 20 years ago (3 new trousers, yay!). Then we went and got Dolly (my car) out of winter storage and I stopped by Alexander’s place to say hello. He was here over the weekend to see friends and family, very nice to see him 🙂 When I got home we organised all the food for the trip (two dinners ++ for 25 people) that Erik had bought, tidied the apartment and made it ready for our 17th of May breakfast.

Friday the guests started arriving at 8 and we had a magnificent breakfast, some lovely sparkling wine and lots of laughs. We went to the city centre to see the parade, almost drowned in a shower of rain, lunched with Erik’s family, listened to Den Norske Studentersangforening (including my dad) sing outside the Aula, then had icecream with my parents. We went to Sofienbergparken to hang with our friends for a while, but had to leave early because we had to go home and pack. It was super hot and wonderful weather and we looked lovely in our bunads. The rest of the evening we packed everything we needed for the trip, my parents delivered my kayak and we tried to get to bed early.

Saturday we were up 6.30 to transport everything to the scout house, get the big car Erik was to drive, meet the scouts and be on our way. All 25 left at 8.20 and were at Fjorda (Oppland) about two hours later. We taught the kids how to master the canoe, found a good camping spot and set up camp. Everyone loved the salmon for dinner and it was too warm to wear a woolen jumper around the camp fire.

Sunday they did a round of orienteering on the lake, doing tasks along the way. Erik and I were responsible for the food stop. We spent much of the day sitting in the sun watching the scouts make food. In the evening they all just swam and played because the weather was so nice.

Monday we did small things, cleaned up the camp area and canoed back to the cars. We were back by 18.00 and Erik and I were home, kayak and car delivered by 19.30. We managed to unpack and get everything up in the attic before we went to bed, super tired. What a weekend.

So now there’s this week. It looks to be a busy one as well, but at least I will be home this weekend.

  • Today we are wondering if we should go to Tusenfryd. We get discounted tickets today, but the weather forecast is a bit grey and I am a bit tired after this weekend. I think we will go.
  • Wednesday we have to go back to the scout house to pack all the tents that have been drying since Monday.
  • Thursday we have our monthly meeting in the programme committee and this time we have a new member with us 🙂
  • Friday I have my final exam in my R course here at UMB and I really hope I pass (there’s only pass/fail).
  • We have no plans for the whole weekend, but my grandfather is coming to town, so I hope to see him. And we need some quiet time to start thinking about the apartment. It’s time to find a date to come see it to measure the kitchen and look at the walls. We have to start plan the layout of the kitchen too and pack all our things (again). Maybe we’ll see some friends even…

I’m coming home

Right now I’m on the train back to Oslo. I have started using NSB in stead og the airport express train because my ordinary bus card covers the whole distance to the airport. But this train is just as fast, so I’m happy.

It was a very good weekend, the sessions went very well, we had good discussions and I think we have moved forward. And I am very exited to see what the European region will do with the rover age section the next three years.

But I have to admit that the sun and warmth also made it a very good weekend. I am more sunburned than Erik likes and I have lovely panda eyes (from my oversized sunglasses), but I like it.

Here you can see the West coast of Italy by Rome and the Alps today.

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Day two of RoverNet! Yesterday I had. My two big sessions, one about the role and work of the rover commissioner and one about key moments and key skills aquired during a “rover’s life”. We are talking about programme, measuring quality, support from you NSO (national scout association) and the European region.

I even managed to take a swim in the ocean during lunch yesterday and today I went for a run before breakfast. Later today, as part of the program, we will go for a walk into Mdina and to some discussing in the fresh air. After that we will have dinner out there and tomorrow morning I go back home.

It is lovely here in Malta, the constant sunshine, the temperature (shorts and t-shirt all day through), the view of the ocean, the wonderful food at the hotel and all the magnificent participants and discussions.

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Off to see the wizard

I am going to Malta today for RoverNet and VentureNet. It is an event for rover and venture commissioners in the scout associations in WOSM Europe. I will stay at some hotel the rest of the week, holding sessions, moderating discussions and getting to know many new people. And in addition to this, the forecast says 23 degrees and sun, so I will be in full summer mode!

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Ut på tur, aldri sur

Nå ligger jeg i senga og venter på at Erik skal våkne. Etter at vi begynte å stå opp seks får jeg ikke til å sove lenge om morgenen, selv når jeg kan. Og vanskeligst er det når det er solskinn. Og akkurat denne helgen er jeg veldig glad for at det er solskinn, for nå våkner begge patruljene i Longship opp inlavvoene sine til en strålende dag. Kretsen vår, Oslospeiderne, har hatt kretskonkurranse (der patruljene konkurrerer i flere grener) siden lørdag morgen inne i Nordmarka og de to patruljene våre har fått mange nye utfordringer på et kort døgn.

Ikke bare våre speidere da, for i hele går formiddag (fram til ca 13.00) så regnet det utstanselig. Og når man har vært ute i regnet i tre timer, da erfarer man at det faktisk bare er turutstyr av god kvalitet som virkelig funker på tur i dårlig vær. Og dessverre har ikke de fleste på 12-16 år ordentlig turutstyr. De har fleece i stedet for ull, bomullsluer i stedet for ulluer og dårlige jakker som ikke tåler en time regn. De ha alle klær som trenger en hytte å bli tørket i når de kommer fram.

Så i går i regnet så var jeg solstråle og mamma på en gang. Jeg tvang speiderne til å grave i sekkene sine for å finne ekstragenseren som lå nederst, jeg pratet med fortvilte og iskalde speidere og jeg tok mange, mange intervaller med speidere opp bakken og utallige knebøy med dem. Jeg er faktisk litt støl allerede.

Det er trist å se at speidere og foreldrene til dagens 12-16åringer ikke aner hva man må ha på seg og pakke når man skal være ute hele dagen og sove i telt på natta. I min gruppe har vi derfor bestemt oss for å lage en utrolig nøyaktig pakkeliste og å ha pakkemøte (igjen). Så får vi håpe de pakker mer til været om to uker når vi skal på kanotur.

Ta i et tak

Jeg synes det er viktig å faktisk gjøre den verden du lever i bedre. Det handler om å ta ansvar, om å ta et skritt fram og å si ifra. Jeg har funnet tre gode kommentarer fra tre helt vanlige mennesker som har tatt seg bryet med å skrive ned det de mener om noe de synes er viktig så andre kan lese det. Det er ikke bare viktig at folk leser i avisene og gjør seg opp en mening, det er også viktig at noen faktisk skriver i avisene. Det er viktig at noen lar sin stemme bli hørt.

Jeg vil gjerne at dere der ute skal lese disse tre innleggene i samfunnsdebatten. De er om tre helt forskjellige ting, men har også noe til felles. Nemlig at forfatterne ønsker at verden skal bli et bedre sted og at de har skjønt at det starter med dem selv.

Morten Strøksnes har skrevet om hvordan livet under vann utenfor Lofoten er som et Serengeti under vann og at det viser en utrolig lav innsikt at vi vil bevare Serengeti og regnskogen, men ikke den siste levedyktige torskestammen i verden. Spesielt når oljen er farlig for naturen også når den blir brent, ikke bare når den blir hentet opp av bakken.

Pia Skevik har skrevet en mer personlig kommentar om å leve i et voldelig forhold og skammen ved at man ikke forlater sin voldelige kjæreste. For meg handler denne kommentaren mest om at å “være en god venn” som det heter i speiderloven, ikke bare handler om å være snill og grei, det handler om å stille de vanskelige og ubehagelige spørsmålene. Det handler om å være modig nok til å stille vennene sine til veggs. Du trenger ikke være den som hjelper vennen din gjennom alle problemene, men alle trenger en som stiller det riktige spørsmålet. Uansett om de blir slått, om de har problemer med alkohol eller noe annet. Det er viktig å si ifra.

Den siste kommentaren har Maren Nilsen skrevet om sitt år i Groruddalen. Hun er selv fra Sørlandet og flyttet til Groruddalen fordi det var et fint sted å bo. Hun tar et oppgjør med all uviljen som finnes mot “dalen”, dalen med fire bydeler og over 100 000 mennesker. Det er jo et av de største lokalsamfunnene i Norge og allikevel får alle den samme kammen å skjære seg på. Jeg tenkte på all den motstanden jeg har fått for å ville bo på Grønland. Spesielt de jeg kjenner fra vestkanten er kjemperedde for området og mente jeg ville bli voldtatt på gata. Og jeg synes bare det er et spennende og levende område i byen. Jeg liker folkelivet på gata, alle de ulike opprinnelseslandene og de morsomme luktene. Nå skal jeg bo på Carl Berner i stedet for, men det er i hvert fall bedre enn superhvite, supernorske vestkanten.

Spring and spontaneousness

As I was in Tønsberg last weekend, I had to see Sara. It’s been ages and it was sunny and wonderful.

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Sara looked gorgeous in mixed patterns and new jacket. I want one of those!

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And this is Frank, he was also just visiting, but he lives in London.

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We stopped by this bakery to get Sara some lunch (she had a hard time deciding).

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I got a sweet bun and some juice.

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I looked like a bum after the scout trip, but Frank lent me his sunnies so I look cooler here.

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Sunny spontaneousness is the best!

Paris (or planning, really)

I went to Paris last weekend. I didn’t notice it much, but I was there. I knew Mary, Jón and Radu already, and Mary and I share a love for all things pretty. Especially dresses and skirts and pretty colours.

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On our way to the office the first morning.

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We used two rooms in the offices of the French scout association.

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This is the only picture I have of any of my outfits that weekend. Notice the summer shoes!

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Radu in action. White boards <3

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Hand support is important for thinking

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Part 1 of ‘the creative team’! (I am the second part)

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Lunch the French way

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Notice how consumers are doing what Coca Cola tells them; Radu with Zero and Mary with light.

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A normal lunch in France, coq á vin with veggies on a straight line. Very tasty!

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Mary had chevré salad

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My crazy sized and truly wonderful lemon merengue pie

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Happy southerners (they’re from Partugal and Greece)

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The Paris I saw sort of looked like this

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Outfit pic of Mary before dinner

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The gals, red lips and grey 😉

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They talked about football a lot

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We talked about interesting stuff 😉

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When in doubt, have steak. Ask for “bleu”, it means blue. I think it is the best thing about French, they don’t have a word for “rare” (as in “how do you like your steak”), they say blue.

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I had snails (escargót), risotto and some bubbly.

I will show you the pictures from the (rainy) Sunday later!

Hobbies and time

No, not hobbits. Hobbies.

Without noticing I have aquired a new hobby, but as I didn’t know it was coming, I haven’t made room for it in my shedule.What hobby, you wonder? It is of course apartment hunting. I didn’t realise how much time it would take and that it was really like a new hobby. And as I don’t really have any free time slots in my life, something else will have to stop. The last week it has been exercising and I’m not happy about it.

As you might have noticed, my life is pretty packed and the last month has been the worst in a while. I think it is just because I started saying ‘yes’ again. If you have followed my blog for a while, you might know that I started saying ‘no’ two years ago when I was going into the final part of the work on my master thesis. I realised that to be able to actually get a good master, I needed to spend some time on it too…

And all the while when I was applying for jobs and didn’t know where I would live, I still didn’t say yes to anything. But after getting a job I have become a troop leader, said yes to two new years in Komité Speiding, have started working with the 50 year jubilee of the student scout cottage in Trondheim and have started working with the RoverNet 4.0. And I have also finally managed to excersise at least twice a week, which I have never done before. So you see, not really time for this apartement hunting hobby.

I really don’t know what to do. This doesn’t work. I hate telling people that I can’t be a part of a project after all (I don’t think I have ever done that) and I pride myself in keeping my promises. Especially when it comes to working in groups and being part of a team. But I have realised, during the last couple of months, that I have really enjoyed my life the last year. To have more than enough time for spontaneous visits, dinners and theater shows, that not every single day is planned. I think I have changed. I used to like all the activities, but not anymore. Maybe this is a new phase of my life.

But I think I have to drop out of something, because this is too much for me. I think it might be the troop leader position, because there is also trouble with one of the leaders all the time. It really drains me. Oh, well. I will have to think on it for a while. I’ll see what happens.

Noter!

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Jeg tvitret om disse notene i forrige uke, og nå så jeg at landsleiren 2013 (dvs den nasjonale speiderleiren for Norges Speiderforbund) har skrevet en artikkel om dem. Det er tydeligvis et roverlag (dvs 16-25 åringer) som ville gjøre noe ‘ganske imponerende’ som er tag linen til leiren til sommeren. Og da har de laget kunst fra fjordisen som man ser veldig godt fra toget. Jeg synes det er kjempefint og håper jeg får møtt roverne på leiren til sommeren 🙂

Like going to prison?

For once, I have an English speaking news article. This one is about the Norwegian prison on Bastøya, an island just outside of Oslo.

“On Bastoy prison island in Norway, the prisoners, some of whom are murderers and rapists, live in conditions that critics brand ‘cushy’ and ‘luxurious’. Yet it has by far the lowest reoffending rate in Europe.”

What I love about this article is how it portraits the inmates and the people who work there. The author doen’t use dramatic words and phrases and that’s nice in an article about a prison.

“Before he transferred to Bastoy, Petter was in a high-security prison for nearly eight years. “Here, they give us trust and responsibility,” he says. “They treat us like grownups.””

And you know what? The reason for the success of the prison is that they use what we call “the scout method”.

Two nice quites from Lord Baden-Powell, the man who started the scout movement are:

  • “The more responsibility the Scoutmaster gives his patrol leaders, the more they will respond.”
  • “An individual step in character training is to put responsibility on the individual.”

What I’m trying to say is, people grow and develop when you trust them and give them responsibility. Of course, you have to help them along the way, but you have to let them do it themselves. Go Bastøya! (but notice that people have to apply to go there, because you yourself have to be motivated to make a change in your life)

WAGGGS Leadership Development Program

…or why I went to Kopenhagen a couple of weeks ago.

It was a part of the leader development work that they do in WAGGGS (world organisation for girl scouts and guides) and this time the object was global leadership in diverse environments. In order to make it diverse, there was a great geographic diversity in the origin of the participants. I have never been in such a diverse environment before, not that I haven’t been in places with people from all over the world, but as we were only 60 people, I actullay talked to everyone during the five days we were there. And I learned so mutch about all the countries that were there. I had time to learn about life, challenges and joys of young people all over.

I only managed to get my camera out one day, but the light was wonderful, so I am quite pleased with the result.

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Gunvor from KFUK-KFUM speiderne, the other Norwegian scout and guide association.

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Beth from the world office and Barbara from Italy, who was in the planning team.

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Kenya, Autralia and Sweden

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Finland and Denmark

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Nepal and Switzerland

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The Southern European gang, Greece, Italy, Switzerland and Germany (south is a relative term, you know)

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UK and Canada

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Roman from Germany

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Thomas from Switzerland

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Rita from Italy (who owns a comic book shop in Pisa that we hopefully will have time to visit)

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Ino from Greece

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Philippines

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UK (with owls!)

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Rwanda and world board

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Lovely Kenya

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Yemen and more Philippines

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Finland and Oman

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Costa Rica

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USA talking about selling cookies. Do you see that number? They sell cookies for 790 million USD a year. Crazy. But they do have 2 million youth members as well.

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Oh, and thin mints is actually the best cookie I have tasted in a long while. No wonder it is the best selling cookie in the US (even though they only sell it one month a year).

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Singapore, Pakistan and Denmark.

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Nigeria had made centenery dresses in the guide groups at home. Isn’t it great?

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This is what has kept me in scouting after I moved away from home. The endless possibilities to travel, meet new people and learn about the world. To see the diversity and get to know exhiting people who do exactly what I do.

And in two weeks I’m going to Paris to plan an event quite like this 🙂 I’m hoping for a sunny Paris.

Digital fare?

Her er et annet innlegg i samfunnsdebatten, denne gangen om nettvett og om voksnes ansvar, ikke bare for å lære barna nettvett, men også for å være til stede, orienterte og kritiske. Det er skrevet av Cecilie Asker.

“En europeisk undersøkelse om nettbruk viser at norske barn i dag er i høyrisikogruppen for å bli utsatt for mobbing og seksuell trakassering på nett. Dette skyldes i stor grad den store utbredelsen av teknologi i norske hjem. Men før du klipper kabelen til den store verdensveven, skal du vite at alt var ikke nødvendigvis bedre før.

De voksnes verden

Da jeg var ti år, fantes det hverken sosiale medier, bredbånd, smarttelefoner, eller internett. Men det fantes VHS-spillere og det fantes kontakttelefon. Dette ga oss mer enn nok mulighet til å smugtitte inn i en verden vi ikke var klar for. Det første innblikket i underholdningsindustriens voksenverden fikk jeg hjemme hos en gutt i klassen. Moren og faren var nylig skilt, og da faren hadde funnet seg en mye yngre kone, hadde gutten fått en splitter ny VHS-spiller som plaster på såret. Moren jobbet sene dager og vi var ofte en hel gjeng hjemme alene etter skoletid. Her stiftet vi bekjentskap med noen av 80-tallets største actionhelter, Sylvester Stallone, Steven Seagal og Dolph Lundgren.

Ble nesten tatt

Voldsorgier, tortur og drap, gjorde ikke akkurat underverker for nattesøvnen, men vi klaret likevel å holde vår lille filmklubb hemmelig. Den eneste gangen vi var nær ved å bli tatt var da moren til min kamerat fant noen tomme videocover under dyna hans. Men min snarrådige venn klarte å avverge situasjonen ved å forklare at Rambo var en film om en mann som skulle på karneval og Red Scorpion var en dokumentar om skorpioner til O-fagstimen.

Ringte fremmede menn

Litt lengre ned i gata bodde en venninne av meg. Hennes foreldre var fortsatt gift, men begge jobbet lange dager, så vi var ofte alene hjemme her også. En av våre vanlige fritidssysler var å ringe kontakttelefonen, en åpen telefonlinje som på mange måter var forgjengeren til Facebook. Her utga vi oss for å være alle mulige slags folk, og uten tanke på hva slags skumle menn som kunne befinne seg på andre siden av linjen, skravlet vi i vei med stort sett hvem som helst. Kontakttelefoneventyret fikk riktignok en brå slutt da faren til min venninne fikk en telefonregning i posten som var på det tredobbelte av det vanlige.

Lettere å skjule

Å vokse opp på 80- og 90-tallet var altså ikke risikofritt det heller. Som barn er man både lettpåvirkelig og lettlurt. Om trusselen befinner seg på andre enden av en telefonlinje, en nettprofil, eller i skolegården, ryster det like mye ved ens grunnleggende trygghetsfølelse. Inntoget av internett i de tusen hjem har riktignok gjort det mye lettere for barn å bli eksponert for tvilsomt innhold og dyrke farlige forbindelser i det skjulte. Men løsningen er fortsatt å delta fremfor å forby. Ansvaret for å skape gode holdninger og sette grenser ligger først og fremst hos foreldrene. All forskning viser at det er dette arbeidet som gir best uttelling.

Døra på gløtt

Der mine foreldre alltid satte døra til kjellerstua på gløtt da jeg hadde besøk, må foreldre i dag lære seg å ha den digitale døra på gløtt. Det betyr at det holder ikke bare å lære seg hva Facebook er. Man må også være oppdatert på nettjeneste som Instagram, Tumblr, Snapchat, og hva enn som blir det neste store blant kidsa. En trøst til alle foreldre som føler seg digitalt overveldet og som lengter tilbake til en tid med hustelefon, tjukk-TV og elektrisk skrivemaskin, er at alt ser ikke like mørkt ut. Norske barn i dag scorer også godt over gjennomsnittet når det kommer til digitale ferdigheter og kunnskaper. Og slikt blir det jo både gode forskere, ingeniører og ledere av.”

I helgen som var, da jeg var i København og snakket om hvordan man blir en global leder og hvordan vi skal bruke speiding til å “lage” unge mennesker som har selvtillig og kunnskap til å endre verden, så snakket vi også mye om sosiale medier og nettvett. At speiderprogrammet (merker og aktiviteter) må reflektere den virkeligheten speiderne (10-18 år) lever i. Vi må ta ansvar og ikke isolere oss fullstendig fra det som skjer i verden.

Det blir spennende å se hvor vi skal ta programmet vårt videre.

Carry on

I have bought my first suitcase 🙂 up til now I have used a backpack or Erik’s suitcase, but lately we have been travelling at the same time and I have needed my own. So two weeks ago I finally bought one.

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What was most important to me in the suitcase was; it had to be light, big on the inside, colourful and have big wheels.

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This is what I brought to Copenhagen, running gear, two sets of clothes, notebook, computer and scout uniform. It was no problem living out of the suitcase for a week, so I am very happy with it. I love that I am now able to buy things that I need at the moment I need them, rather than save for ages like I had to do before a steady salary came into my life.