Once upon a time the spring term was over. The
approach of the journey home started disturbing the peace.
So people were a
bit moody on the beach party for the semester finish. It was the
last official gathering of the university for that season.
I
spent two more months on Svalbard. I worked as a night portier in a
hotel and as tourist guide for cruise ship tourists. But then I had
to return to the real world. But first I should enjoy Norway in its
whole length.
The flight south
was gilded by the very rare cloud-free view on Bear-Island, situated
right in between Spitsbergen an mainland Norway. Then the heat shock
in Troms +24C !! So I had to retreat quickly to the central part
of Norway.
You believe yourself
in the empty voidness of Sameland, but then she stands right in
front of you: Treriksrysa, the three-kingdom-pile. Here Norway,
Sweden and Finland are verging upon each other. I've been there with
Merijntje.
Moreover, there are
the winged friends. None of those building nests, but those that hum
and bite: mozquitos. In the Finnmark there are as many of them per
hiker as there are squarecentimeters on his skin. You may eventually
get slightly desperate.
So I was pretty glad
to set out to the south with a boat. Decreasing the average age in a
dramatic way I travelled with happy day-active pensionists towards
Bergen. The Norwegian language dropped in abundance.
We
also passed the rugged dream world of the Lofoten. Depicted here the
steep and narrow Trollfjorden. After a shore leave in Trondheim I
headed for �esund.
On the way there the
sun suddenly fell into the sea and it became DARK! Before that she
felt quite ashamed of this error and flushed intensely, almost as if
she could be forgiven for that time.
Unfortunately I didn't have caravan in order to keep away doubts
about my appearance as a German tourist.
But anyway I felt full
of bliss being allowed to actually be a tourist, without
responsibility and without inhibitions wearing the corresponding
markers.
Gunnar Rise took care
of me in a very hospitable way, here on the Island of Vigra in the
bay of �esund.
And sometimes a giant
was lurking behind some little hill. But this time it didn't look
that threatening.
In Bergen, I was as
well welcomed very friendly.Maria, Hilde, Bodil and Gyri introduced
me to "Garage".
And how I was glad to see forests
that green and wet again! Friendly trees whererever you looked,
birches even. A first effect of reconciliation was established.
This nice Henri-Ibsen-statue with his severe view is ornamenting
the pedestrian precinct of Bergen.
My last night in
Norway this cloud appeared to me in front of the Royal Palace in
Oslo. I judged it as a sign of the approach of an enjoyable life and
dared the step back home.
Hereby, my norwegian chapter
ends.
By now this time has settled by a very beautiful place in
my remembrance, and there it is gilded more and more with every day
that passes.
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