I can’t help but smile a bit about it, a little, but I never meant to run. Now it’s what keeps me in shape. And not just physically, far from it. Although the trails are just ground—mud and rocks and dirt and gravel and whatnot—under my feet, I attribute all sorts of magical qualities to them. Continue reading Two thousand and..
I have had the pleasure of experiencing the route I call Bergen–Voss; The Bicycle Super Highway twice now. The Super Highway part being a questionable attempt at internet irony. The second time I noticed how I was stopping occasionally along the way asking myself what the bloody h..* I was doing, how I was too … Continue reading Aus der Reihe: Not a bike lane
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
I guess I’m in no shape to run 20km with almost a thousand meters of climbing. I realize that now, third day in a row, three days after the deed. But while it lasted, damn it felt good! Still does, in fact. Continue reading Do run run run
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
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
I believe I was looking for a cycle route between Bergen and Voss when I first came across the article about crossing the mountain between the Samnanger fjord and Bergsdalen valley, using an old military road since the 1920’s. Reading it I realized that the term road was being used a little differently from what … Continue reading (Un)finished business