Seeing places

The bus came, and the bus left. And I stood on the platform thinking—that wasn’t planned! Actually, what I thought contained somewhat stronger language but no need to get into the details. Cycling out of Bergen Norway, where I live, may or may not be a successful task. Depending on where you want to go … Continue reading Seeing places

Drawing maps

During a period when I was a kid, I drew maps. Lots of them. Islands and valleys, rivers, roads. There was usually an underlying story going on and I would create the landscape excactly the way I wanted it, and if I felt the need to get from here to there it was simply a … Continue reading Drawing maps

Carry that thing

Cycling the Tippetue track, it’s where this ride began and ended, isn’t excactly allowed. So I tend to walk the bike here, at least on the way up. It does happen though, occasionally, that I ride it on the way down but—and I know this isn’t a valid excuse—only if I’m very tired. I do … Continue reading Carry that thing