Vox Hotels Bergen

... was hot, but also scenic. Like I said before, it started off like the Okanagan, but that didn’t last. Once we got into higher elevations it was a lot of tundra-like landscape with some neat little houses; some on islands, some with glaciers in their backyards. As we got closer to Bergen there were a lot of tunnels that go straight through mountains, and when you come out the other side it can look like a ...

... of the Norway in a Nutshell route.

Then it was onto Bergen via the train from Voss, where finally we could get a hold of some reasonably priced food... starving!! My first impression of Bergen is that it has a really compact centre, cos the train literally came out of a long tunnel and within a minute or so we were in the central station which isn't very far from everything.

A direct consequence of this is that all the hotel room prices in ...

... several pals and later Erik a friend of Marcela whom I met on my last visit, who also shares the same Birthday as me but did not remember our meeting, but is unforgettable because he talks with a Scottish accent when speaking English having spent some time living there. Funnily enough, his Norwegian girlfriend also spoke English with a semi-posh English accent having lived and worked here too and I would have mistaken her for one of us ...

Last night I slept for 12 hours straight. Horizontally, on a real bed, with a real pillow and it was fantastic. Not to mention when I woke up I looked out the window and remembered I am on an island in the Norwegian Fjords looking out at the North Sea. Norway has had the most beautiful landscaping and scenery thus far on my trip. It is breathtaking, and after living in Alabama for 4 years I forgot how beautiful fresh snow covered mountains can ...

... m simply going to ride the airport buses, since I seem to meet more cute senoritas that way! On the bus - I gotta say that their luggage racks suck. They're too small to accommodate most suitcases, so nobody uses them. I was pulled aside as I went through security - as I took a seat in the office, I was quite worried that the security guard would pull out a rubber glove ... but luckily, he asked if I had a metal fork in backpack. Whew ...

... many started and then deleted journal entries. As you are aware I was experiencing all the highs and lows of my trip by myself and therefore it was beneficial for me to try and share these with you. Also as I was by myself the experiences were 'heightened' and this medium gave my the opportunity to sort through the realisations and to reflect on there importance and relevance. I also had to keep in contact ...

... Ireland and used to swimming in the Atlantic, couldn't be colder than that surly. The choking feeling in my throat, as i struggled to swallow my balls that had risen in complete shock at the cold, was telling me that yes indeed Helena was correct about the water temperature and heeding the advise of people in the know was probably a good idea. I wonder what Thai word would apply to me getting in for a second dip just before we left, I'm sure i can think of a few English ones ...

... er ca. 3 uker tidligere enn i vanlig minst. Lørdag 2.februar - 50 dager igjen: Søndag 23.mars reiser Hildegunn og jeg til Paris kl. 07.50. Derfra tar vi tog ned til grensen mot Spania og starter på caminoen til Santiago del Compostella. I mellomtiden er det nedtelling, og vi presenterer noen av våre lokale turer og bilder. Gleder oss og kan knapt vente. Hva har vi gitt oss ut på??? Snakkes underveis........

... although pricey!) restaurant serving local meats, seafood and produce. We arrived in Flam at around 2, and spent the afternoon hiking up (in the rain) to a waterfall just south of town. The next day, we hopped on the Flamsbana train up to Myral. The Flamsbana is about 20km long and goes very steeply up the valley to Myrdal. It is famous for its hairpin turns and tunnels through the mountain as it descends (or in our case ascends) into the ...

... a little more and then headed back to the hostel. Here, we finally met our mysterious Austrailian roommate. She seemed like a very nice woman and I enjoyed talking to her. I enjoy that about hostels, you can really get to know other travellers and share your stories. Heres one. The guy working the desk the night we checked in spoke English, quite well. We all assumed he was Norwegian, but nei. Turns out he is from a small town about 3 hours south of Chicago, Illinois. He was studying in ...