I had a wish to visit Otta for quite a long time. Not because it’s a big city or very known, but because it’s surrounded by mountains, a river and is located quite close to the highest mountain Galdhøpinggen.Continue reading “Otta – a ghost town.”
A free day, one of not so many, was covered with clouds (like many days this summer unfortunately) but we decided to still take a chance and go for a walk. We ended up on the top of a hill called Kjølabergstoppen.
Warm and moisty days are for now over. One day came an unexpected thunder and took away all the heat, and also surprised us on a walk, which ended up in us running like crazy.
It’s been a while, but for me, it seems like May was just a couple of days ago. It’s really shocking how the time flies, and suddenly we have full-blown summer.
If there’s still someone wanting to read me (yeah I know, I’ve been away for almost 3 weeks), here are some pictures from our last visit in Oslo, I believe it was when the last post came out, beginning of May.
We wanted to check out one church in the middle of nothing but it turns out the church was worth no effort whatsoever. But the forest around definitely was.
I know this topic is everywhere right now, but I had to write about it, especially since there might be a lot of confusion or misunderstandings out there. And for the record, I have no profit from writing about it whatsoever. (I won’t write about symptoms and things like that, because I don’t want to repeat all the information’s already available. This is just a post for those living in Norway).
Our trip was just before the country decided to put everyone who has been traveling abroad between the 27th of February and the 12th of March into 14-days quarantine. As for today (when I’m writing this; Friday), we have to sit at home until Monday, so it’s not so bad.
A little bit about the region that I live in, Innlandet (it used to be called Hedmark) from my perspective. Also, trying out a new style of writing.
Why Nilsen again, you may ask? Well, I bought myself a Nilsen’s poem collection by Stig Holmås from 1975 and I like quite a lot of those poems. Why wouldn’t I translate them then? Here are the poems Møte and Fedreland from the collection På Stengrunn.