My favorite season ❤
My favorite season ❤
One of my favorite places in Ireland so far ❤
I feel like ducklings make the world a better place. Happy people are usually kinder, and I have never met anyone who was not happy after meeting a duckling.
Conclusion: the world needs more ducklings.
Bergen is renowned for its mountains. They surround the city; are there in the distance no matter which way you turn. I recently climbed my third one, and hope to find myself at the top of at least two more this year. I wanted to share some pictures from the three I have been to: (Travel inspo people!)
Fløyen: The Family-friendly mountain
Fløyen is one of the most popular tourist attractions in Bergen. It takes roughly 30 minutes to the top, and the whole way is asphalted (so some sporty Norwegians even bring their youngest in strollers) On the way you can take a detour and find Norway’s largest tree.
Ulriken: The Are-we-even-getting-closer
Ulriken is Bergen’s tallest mountain. There are several tracks to the top with a varying degree of difficulty, but no matter which one you choose you’re going to be tired when you reach the top. Bring lots of water, lunch, and a I’m-not-giving-up attitude.
Blåmanen: The Companions-More-Sporty-Than-You-Not-Adviced
Blåmanen is up Fløyen and onwards. The path is good, and the hike is suitable for most people as long as you have time to walk in your on tempo. The view is magnificent, so if you do Fløyen, do this one too (3-4 hour trip – depending on how camera crazy you are!)
Bergen is the city of Seven Mountains. You’ll see one no matter in which direction you turn. I have three years in this wonderful city, and have promised myself by the end of my studies – I will have mounted them all.
They say it’s all about the climb. Normally I would feel inclined to agree, but when my friends and I arrived at the top (out of breath) it was all about the sunset. All about the view. All about experiencing something so pure and beautiful together. No wonder Mount Ulriken has a central role in the song of Bergen.
“Sang til Bergen” / “Song to Bergen” (first verse)
Holding my newly tuned sitar in my hands;
all my grief left me on the peak of Ulriken.
Thought of the beacons if they would be lighted,
and against foes order out the marching men.
Felt the calm upon me, rejoiced in my spirit,
and reached for my sitar with playful hands.
P.S. No, I did not mean to write “guitar”, sitar is actually an instrument!
I just had a realization. This is my second fall. I was walking through boatloads of leaves and smelling the fresh air. Suddenly, for the split second it took me to look from the swaying trees to me feet, I was transported to the other side of the world. For a moment I was in Australia and not in Norway. For a moment I expected sandals and not my usual worn out shoes.
So for a moment that’s what I saw.
Then the moment was over.
And I missed it so much.