2007-08-31

Have you ever had a bike? Sure you had one. And an expensive one?
Wouldn’t you keep an eye on it?
Well, Norwegians, or ‘Nordmann’ as they call themselves, obviously do not.
That bike lay aside the way:



Not the merest hint of any owner. But locked.
It occurred to me that someone had just forgotten it there. No problem at all though a bit strange.
But as the days went by I found several other bikes! All of them left alone in the most unlikely places, e.g. along an Interstate, at crossroads.
That bike on the pic is still there, 9 days after I had discovered it.
Seems to be another national mannerism. Pah!

Think about: til now I haven't noticed anyone riding a bike in town...

2007-08-28

Yes they have one.
Recently in the grocery store: Oli bought something looking like pre-cooked pancakes, called 'lefse'. The next morning he tried it with hazelnut cream and sugar and it wasn’t too bad.
But then:
We had to face the whole dimension of this proudly cherished norwegian specialty in Hafjell alpinresort where we went for two days and some community activities, barbecue, discotheque.
So while we we’re barbecuing our nuclear radiated chicken filets (we had it soaked in curry-pepper sauce for the nuclear color and taste.. ;)) most of the Norwegians around there wondered what it would be. So did we about their way of eating sausages:
almost everyone of them puts the fried sausages (called ‘pølse’) in this sort of cold pancake. And imagine they roll the lefse around the sausage!

And if you think it can’t get worse: What they barbecue is not a true strong well-tasting german bratwurst. Noooooooo!
It’s a wiener sausage. For sure.
Looks like this and tastes awful:



Isn’t that weird?

2007-08-28

I’m in love again.
Dunno if you noticed I wasn’t.
It happened on a 2-day trip. When such things always happen. Destination: Hafjell is a former Olympia city. We've been there in the context of a get-to-know-the-community trip.
Activities, alcohol, vorspiel, discotheque, nachspiel.
While exploring the surrounding landscape I discovered that:



A grass-covered mailbox!
I had fallen in love with grass-covered roofs - as they exist everywhere in Norway - of all kinds on my Norway trip in 2004. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to date them in Germany.
I wouldn’t describe it as an ‘out of sight, out of mind’ thing, but as fb offers the opportunity I’d rather call it a ‘complicated’ relationship.
But now I’m lost again to these grass covered roofs. I wanna have one. Two. This is so full of style and nature. Awesome!

Have you ever felt the velvety touch of roof grass on your hand?

And imagine relaxing on top of your house in summer on your own meadow in a sunlounger!

Unbelievable.

I hope my roof grass will never break up…Such things can hurt.

What d’you think about it?