Aus der Reihe: Not a bike lane
An alternative title here could be Bergen–Voss: The Bicycle Super Highway. Actually—no, it couldn’t. But I have had the pleasure of experiencing the route twice now. The second time stopping occasionally along the way to ask myself what the bloody h..* I was doing, how I was too old for this and other fine clichés. … Continue reading Aus der Reihe: Not a bike lane
Love the smell of birch in the evening
My youngest daughters’ grandfather used to call them mountain–birches, which is what he grew up calling them in south Norway. Birches that don’t grow so much upwards but in more or less all directions. In my old country they’re just birches and when I used to live there they didn’t grow on mountains. None that I … Continue reading Love the smell of birch in the evening