So I keep talking about writing a blog... A little less conversation a little more action.. Here it is. Attempt one.
I'm currently in Bergen, Norway, staying with Lars. He's studying international development at uni so while he's busy with school (im not a cradle snatcher.. hes a semi mature student) I've been out exploring the local area, and my goodness its beautiful!
Staying with students took me back down memory lane to the year I spent at uni in Newcastle, UK. Times have changed..
I can't quite get over the contrast of Norway from Georgia (the country kind of near Russia where I was hanging out at last week)
Its so fresh, immaculate, green and clean here and thankfully I have been blessed with seeing it in glorious sunshine. (they average between 200-300 days of rain a year according to which one of Lars flat mates i listen too.) Not too dissimilar to Lancashire then?
The mountains are only a few minutes walk away from the city center. After a bit of pointing from Lars i managed to follow one of the many paths leading up passed the funicular railway, through the forest, over the hill, and out into the back of beyond!
The trails and paths around the area are great, easy to wander, yet somehow maintaining the sense that you are out in nature and wilderness despite being stood on a gravel track, ordaned with street lamps.
The paths nearest the city are over run with gorgeous blonde people in tight lycra, exercising and generally looking cool and fit, and a few couples on slow romantic walks.
Paradise for hikers, runners, nature enthusiats or perverts. Though i saw none of the latter to be fair.
Its nice to be back surrounded by tall people but the beauty of the scandanvians with their gorgeous viking features doesnt half make me feel like wurzel gummich or a womble in comparison.
Luckily the higher and more remote i wandered the less people i encountered and the more wild and rugged the landscape became. Heaven.