Tag Archives: Norway

Not stealing, but letting out horses in Norway.

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© Photos of young stallions at Feøya: Trond Thorvaldsen, Fredrikstad, Norway We’re in Dublin, a great opportunity for me to present a Norwegian novelist who won the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award in 2007: “Out stealing horses” by  Per Petterson Per Petterson is a trained librarian. He has worked as a bookstore clerk, translator and literary critic before …

The raw beauty of Svalbard

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By Matthew Harris (lambchopeindhoven) From my hiking blog on Svalbard. Not so long ago, in a land far far away, I spent ten days on a rocky, icy landscape, bathed in the eternal sun. This far away land was Svalbard – a distant Norwegian archipelago at 79 degrees north. We set up base camp on …

Fish in love, Der verliebte Dorsch von Bernd Geisler

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Fisch – so heißt das Tier mit Flossen dran, wir nennen ihn mal Dorsch, meistens kommt er schnell voran, durchs Wasser, flink und forsch. Manchmal ist er von der Liebe blind, dann fehlt es ihm an Grips im Haupt, er folgt der Dorsch-Frau sehr geschwind, jetzt dümmer, als der Schwarm erlaubt. So sieht er dann …

Gone Fishing, er på fisketur

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…will be right back. A quiet spot in Norway, going North to the Lofoten. The water is surprisingly greenish, and then as blue as blue can be. © Photo: Tone Ramberg and she explains: Ahhh, brings back lots of memories. First picture from the lake below Svartisen. Svartisen is a collective term for two glaciers located …

The Natural Beauty of Norway: Tromsø – Nordkapp

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By Matthew Harris (lambchopeindhoven). On my cycle trip through northern Norway: described in my cycle blog. I am cycling to Tromsø with a lump in my throat. Tromsø is why I am here on my bike at 4 am on beautiful Senja island. It is why I am here at all, cycling to the North Cape. Here last December with …

The Natural Beauty of Norway: Lofoten – Senja

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By Matthew Harris (lambchopeindhoven). On my cycle trip through northern Norway: described in my cycle blog. Cycling is an amazing way to visit Norway. Sitting on the bike, there is nothing between you and the elements. The soft rays of the sun warm your skin, the wind ruffles (or blasts) through your hair, the salty …

Memoires of a Drop of Water

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in Norway by euredurchlaucht and Klausbernd Vollmar Einst ruhte ich im Mutterbauch des Sees, in dem die Bäume selbstverliebt sich spiegelten. Träumend im seeligen Schlummer von Wolken so hoch und weiß, bemerkte ich nicht, wie die heiße Sonne mich erhob, um mich unsanft bei meinen quirlingen Geschwistern abzusetzen. So floss ich dahin. Ruhelos Tag und Nacht gingen wir …