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So, I am home from wonderful Norway and still reeling from the excitement of that country. I can’t believe how much I did in just three weeks and I can’t believe how much of Norway still remains to be explored. Such is the nature of travel–it only makes you hungry to come back for more!…

It’s impossible to walk swiftly in Ålesund—there is simply too much to see. This is a city of color, shape and detail, and taking your time pays off in big ways. Spread across seven islands on the west coast of Norway, this little fishing town of 40,000 is perhaps the prettiest in the country. In…

Snø

There’s nothing quite like a snowstorm in June, which is what I encountered as  I hiked to the top of  Blåfjell (“blue mountain”) high above Geirgangerfjord in western Norway. Though my phone kept reminding me that it was indeed summer, but the snow and wind and near white-out conditions made me think I was wending…

Glaciers taste good, as I discovered in Norway. When it’s 85°F outside and you’ve been hiking for an hour, a big mouthful of ancient icepack tastes better than any Slurpee ever could. The diamond, sparkling ice is cold, wet, clean, and delicious–not to mention endless and all-U-can-eat. (Almost.) My journey through Norway continues to be…

Norway is the longest country in Europe — nearly every Norwegian I meet proudly boasts that if Norway were a long wooden board and Oslo the nail it hinged on, you could swing the country around and it would reach all the way to Sicily in southern Italy. But that’s not nearly the half of…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…

Hurra for syttende mai! Happy 17th of May! Good travel is all about being in the right place at the right time, and today, May 17th, the right place for me is Norway’s capital: Oslo. What better day to be here than on Constitution Day, the country’s national holiday, celebrating Norway’s independence? As I write…

Seven hours across the Atlantic, I nose-kissed the airplane window and waited for my first glimpse through the invisible whiteness below. As we dropped back to Earth, the white clouds pulled away like white cotton stuffing, revealing white snow. Spring snowdrifts still coated the upper reaches of the growing landscape: a blanket of fir trees…