Билет на самолет остался не использованным.

       Вот такого оленя я наблюдаю периодически из окна дома - бродит, попрошайничает. Тока, кажется, ему больше перепадает, чем попрашайкам у нас в стране. Вот и думай, где к скотине как к человеку относятся, а где наоборот))

Fra Internationale.

Несколько событий к завершению сезона, переводить не буду, и так все понятно:

Велосипед зимой - зло...

или как я чуть не отморозил себе что-нибудь))

Долго сомневался что выбрать - час бега или 40 мин велосипеда, но с учетом что обратно столько же, решил выбрать велосипед. План был попасть на карту в 11 км от дома. Поначалу использование очищенной велодорожки мне очень даже понравилось, но на первом же пересечении с дорогой велосипед из под меня как сдуло...

В Норвегии слегка потеплело.

Итак, после невероятно морозного ноября пришел декабрь, который поначалу уже и не кажется таким морозным, хотя выше нуля градусник пока еще точно не поднимается. На прошлой неделе ездил в Аскер, где удалось покататься на лыжах.

We are Bushmen.

Well, what are we doing in the kingdom of the moose
There's twigs inside our trousers
there's mud inside our shoes
The temperature is rising
We pant and sweat and I sing a tune

Something really really strange is happening this year
In Trondheim, that is Norway on the middle, if you care
The woods are overflowing
with people to-and-fro-ing, my oh my!
And that's all we'll do this season,
I'll tell you all the reason why

We are bushmen
All we wanna do
is sweat our way through the woods
we are bushmen, now isn't it good,
the famous Norwegian wood

Well some might say we're crazy, 'cause we're always on the run
while everybody else is lazing in the hazing summer sun
but we are only happy with smelly clothes and maps in our hands
And if you think that it stinks
Then you ain't got the instincts
and you'll never understand!

We are bushmen
All we wanna do
is sweat our way through the woods
we are bushmen, now isn't it good,
the famous Norwegian wood

don't you want to come along

we are bushmen, now isn't it good,
the famous Norwegian wood
we are bushmen
All we wanna do
is sweat our way through the woods

And we don't know why, don't know why
no we don't know why

We are bushmen
All we wanna do
is sweat our way through the woods
la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la laaaa
la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la laaaa/we are bushmen
la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la laaaa/we are bushmen
la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la laaaa/we are bushmen

WMOC 2011 champion song

Said the Whale - B.C. Orienteering

You're taken by the woods even though you're aware
of the slippery cliffs and the big black bears
and the salal snares taller than yourself
Ferns growing as thick as the trees
You're looking for a flag at the top of the hill
It's a race against the light
And one false step could mean staying the night
That's why you should never travel alone
You should never travel alone
and you know that one false step
and you might not make it home
And so you watch for loose rocks under your feet
Stepping onto wet stones, crossing over creeks
Climbing up cliffs and over dead trees
You watch your step, you get your footing right
A broken compass could mean staying the night
and you should always know where you're going
Even if you've got a map
you should always know where you're going
And you know that even if you've got a map
you might not make it home

You take your time just to breathe the air
and appreciate having never met a bear
You capture the flag at the top of the hill
With daylight to spare
Orienteering comes naturally
You read the map right
One wrong turn could mean staying the night
ad though you carry your phone
You should never travel alone
And you know that
because one false step
and you might not make it home and

Even if you've got a map
and you know where you're going
You're still a long way from your home
And even if you've got a map
you should never travel alone
And you know that
But you're not dead yet
and you might just make it home