May – 2012 – Digital Nomad

Archives for May, 2012

The Flåm Railway

I prefer taking my train travel among the world’s more vast and glorious landscapes, undisturbed by roads or motor traffic and stop signs. Indeed, the whole point of a railway is to take you where cars can’t go — to move across a place so effortlessly that the whole travel experience becomes cinematic: the immense…

Milking Goats

It’s been a while since I’ve milked a goat — twenty years (at least) but I’m very proud to report that I have not forgotten how. Goats are one of the principle ingredients in the vast Norwegian landscape — like salt and pepper sprinkled across the high granite mountains and shiny green valleys. No matter…

Sunburned in Bergen

It rains all the time in Bergen—or at least that’s what people kept telling me. Nearly every Norwegian I met warned me that I would get soaked in Norway’s second-largest city, reminding me to pack an umbrella and pointing out the city’s annual Rain Festival (no longer celebrated) as proof that my visit would be…

Disoriented

Sometimes, I forget where I am. I wake up in the morning and blink my eyes, hoping for hints. What color is the sky outside my window? What birds can I hear? The traffic might offer clues, too: in Mexico, I the wailing hydraulics of aging trucks. In Paris, I hear mopeds. Our bodies move…

Stairway to Heaven

I’m learning quickly that to be a good Norwegian, you must climb. This is a land of very steep mountains. Already, I hear tales (tall tales?) from a century ago, when children who played outdoors were tied like dogs on a rope to the trees in order to keep them from tumbling down into the…

Hiking Preikestolen

Acrophobia is not a “fear of heights”, like everyone says. Acrophobia comes from the Greek root ἄκρον (akron) which means: the farthest bounds or uttermost parts, the end, the extreme—the edge. I am a true acrophobe—I am not afraid of heights; I am afraid of the edge. The very extreme edge of Preikestolen looks hand-chiseled,…

Stavanger for Kids

Kids see the world so much differently than we do, which is exactly why it’s so much fun to travel with children. While I’m exploring Norway solo, one city in particular has brought out my inner child, and that’s Stavanger, in the southwest corner of the country. With its industrial history and current oil-town status,…

Screams

For more photos of rare and unknown works by Edvard Munch, please read my cross-post on Huffington Post World. Down in the basement, leaning against the wall sat a brown package–the back of a picture frame: small and unremarkable like the “art” you find stacked in a garage sale. I walked right past it–just one…

Forward

Museums tell you everything you want to know about a country. In New Zealand, I once visited a museum of milk separators—“The world’s largest collection of milk separators!” boasted the sign—and it didn’t lie. I spent an hour perusing hundreds of different examples of defunct farm equipment and learned how dairy farmers used to separate…

Constitution Day

It’s never happened to me, but getting hit over the head with a full can of Coke is probably quite painful. I winced as I watched the girl swing her fist forward, projecting the cold metal cylinder towards the other girl’s head. I waited for blood—but someone stopped her just in time. A Norwegian man…