I’m slowly conquering Bergen’s seven mountains. My latest addition is Rundemanen.
Rundemanen – The-Much-Easier-Second-Tallest-Mountain
At 568 metres (1,864 ft) in height, it is the second highest of Bergen’s seven mountains. However, it is a much, much easier hike than Ulriken. Most of the way is paved and the whole trip takes about three to four hours, depending on how many photos you take.
And how long you enjoy the view at the top ❤
Rundemanen is easily accessible. There are several routes to the top, but the most common is to first conquer Fløyen (the easiest mountain) and move from there to Rundemanen. The start to Fløyen is located in the city center.
The path is beautiful, and it only takes about 30-45 minutes to reach the top.
At the top of Fløyen you might want to have your first break and enjoy parts of your lunch. Yes, bring lunch. There is a café, but everything is overpriced. Shop some cookies and fruit in a grocery store before you start hiking. Chances are you will find the grocery store pretty expensive too, but one cannot hike on an empty stomach. If you’re in Norway, you’re in Norway!
Fløyen is one of the most popular tourist attractions in Bergen, one can see why.
If you feel like stopping at Fløyen, remember why you started.
Rundemanen is worth it!
One of my favorite places in Ireland so far ❤
There since the days of King John, the Dublin Castle still stands. Large, yet not colossal. Hidden, yet not forgotten. Amongst new buldings, the castle can be found in the centre of Dublin. The outside is befitting the royals that once lived there. However, it still doesn’t do the inside justice.
From the side of the castle
Tourists can only visit parts of the castle. You can either buy a self-guided ticket (and download a free app for an audio guide) and venture through the State Apartments, or you can join a tour that also shows the Viking Excavation and the Chapel Royal. Student tickets are available.
The State Drawing room. Today in use for the reception of foreign dignitaries.
The royals were all about fireplaces, floor to ceiling windows and chandeliers. They had at least two fireplaces in every room, and a room for every possible occasion. I wonder what it was like living here. Were they happy? Did they sometimes wish to be normal, and not have to follow each uncomfortable (#corsets) fashion trend?
Because if you didn’t look like this guy, were you even a royal?
I would recommend a visit to the Dublin Castle to anyone in the area. Be prepared to spend at least an hour and a half. It’s easy to lose yourself in imagining how they lived, and fascinating to compare the previous functions of the rooms to the new ones. The castle is a significant part of the history of Dublin, and will continue to be.
Saint Patrick’s Hall. Formerly the ballroom, today used for presidential inaugurations.
Dublin is organized chaos. It is a mix of soft and hard, modern and old. In one moment you can walk down cobblestone streets with flowers hanging from every lamppost. In the next, the edges of the modern houses are in sharp contrast to the traditional brick ones. And then, suddenly, palm trees.
The traditional Irish weather is overcast, with a strong chance of lots of rain.
Dublin is the largest city and capital of Ireland. Walking around today, you’d never think it started as a Viking settlement. The citizens seem constantly happy, and the sound of clinking glasses and Irish music drift out through the open doors of the many local pubs – seven days a week. Inbetween there’s loud voices speaking polite words.
You can find the Dublin Castle amongst colorful new buildings.
I love Dublin so far. It is welcoming and tourist-friendly. My only objection is that if you can’t party like the Irish – find a hotel outside of the city centre. Irish people believe that a couple of pints a day keeps the doctor away, and sleep is therefore overrated. Lastly, if someone asks you to join them for “strong tea”, you better believe it’s not tea.
I’m in love with these lampposts ❤
Let the waves hit your feet, and the sand be your seat ❤
“There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud” – Carl Sandburg
P.S. Thanks for all the supportive comments on my last post. They really made me feel better!