Love Stockholm π it would be so easy to live here. Put it on your list. Only arrived yesterday but I just love it, it has a great vibe. Today I bought a Stockholm pass which covers hop on hop off buses and boats and entry to most attractions in Stockholm. The city is made up of many archipelago islands and is quite spread out and very cute. It’s also very very cold – my apartment is so warm that I totally misjudged the temperature outside and after 2 mins walking had to turn back and put my long coat on.
Apart from the usual sightseeing oohs and aahs the two unexpected highlights of the day were the Bergrummet Tido collection of toys and comics (a series of underground tunnels filled with 40,000 toys and comic books from old old to new); and a free exhibition of the Haenyo women divers from the island of Jeju in South Korea. A while back I read a book called Island of the Sea Women which is about these amazing women who free dive without oxygen or harpoons, using a breathing technique they’ve learned to cope with being under the surface for long periods of time, using seasonal harvest practice to ensure the sea remains healthy and alive. Haenyo are a thousand year old tradition but perhaps not for long as the average age of the women divers is now 60-80. I just loved seeing the faces of the women who have done this their whole lives, and can only hope to be as cool and spirited when I’m 80 years old π
And on a boat trip this afternoon I learned we have Swedes to thank for flat screen TVs, Skype, Spotify, the shape of the coke bottle, the zipper, propellors, ABBA of course, the Celsius temperature scale, ultrasound, speed cameras, the computer mouse, Pippi Longstocking and GPS. All of which far outweigh their unnatural love of all things fish, especially the pickled variety (gag). And they built a fancy-pants aged care home which looks like a palace – so much so that a visiting US navy crew saw it, thought it was the royal palace, did a 21 gun salute from the water outside it which scared the life out of the residents who thought the country was suddenly at war for the first time in 200 years π π π π
Patience is not a virtue I can lay any claim to as anyone who knows me well will attest to. I can sit through around 20 mins of a movie before I start to fidget, museums I can do maybe an hour, even at Machu Picchu which is amazing and a wonder of the world I was ready to go after 90 mins. So when I booked a 13 hour boat trip up the largest fjord in Norway I knew it was a gamble. This fjord is 200km+ long, so getting down it takes a while. The one I caught this morning was headed for Flam, a tiny historic village in the depths of the fjord. It was cool but I did get a bit bored on the 5 hour each way (!!!!!) trip. So I took some photos. And when I got to Flam it’s so tiny, the 2 hour free time was about 100 mins too long, so I took some more π It is a gorgeous trip and Flam is cute and I didn’t get seasick, and the best bit is standing outside on the top deck with the wind tossing your hair around and the wake of the boat disappearing behind, and you’ve got every piece of clothing on because it’s freezing π and when you come back the lights from the houses blur into the water and it’s really really pretty.
I’ve come to Bergen in western Norway to see a UNESCO heritage village and a bit of nature. Whenever I say Bergen I want to add a flergen schlergen mergen aka the swedish chef from the muppets, but I keep this thought on the inside. While it’s picture postcard pretty and definitely worth a visit, it’s the least friendly place I’ve been to so far. There’s a large student population here and masses of tourists and the locals seem genuinely pissed off to see you. I spent today walking in the woods and around town and of all the people I said hi to only maybe 3 replied, and I’m pretty sure they were also visitors. I guess it’s not uncommon in smaller tourist towns for people to be unfriendly, and I can think of places in NZ that are the same, so I’ll adjust my expectations. Kind of surprised me because Scandinavian countries are apparently the happiest on earth. In fact when I caught the train here from Oslo I sat with a doctor from Dubai who was on the hunt for the happiest people in Scandanavia (bet he didn’t find them here!) and he didn’t think happiness had anything to do with money, which I would agree with. Before we parted he took a selfie with me and gave me very sage advice….if you follow what makes you happy you cannot go wrong. Here here.
Bergen is small so it doesn’t take long to check out the main sites – the UNESCO protected seaside village of Bryggen is cool, during the day until 4pm there’s a fishmarket where you can pick your catch and have it grilled/steamed or bbq’d fresh. A funicular takes you up to the top of the ranges (in the background of the shots below) and there are heaps of hiking trails to explore. I tackled a 7km trot up to the top of the ridge and back and it was gorgeous.
Picked up a bottle of wine on my way back to the apartment – tip for anyone coming to Norway – wine is sold in vinmonopolet (wine monopoly) stores that are open only until 6pm so a bit of planning is needed. Supermarkets sell beer and cider but only until 8pm. And lots of things are shut on Sundays.
Tomorrow I’m taking a cruise down the Sonjefjord to Flam and back, a 13 hour round trip. Looking forward to it, and for my Iceland buddies I’m not taking a seasick pill unless I need it because they make me too high ha! I might miss the return boat without you there to keep an eye on me π
The aurora forecast is also hotting for the days ahead….might have to set an alarm and get up at 1am to check out the skies.
After such an incredible time in Iceland I’m a bit knackered to be honest and in need of some down time. I’ve caught an early morning flight to Oslo in Norway, and after a shower and change of clothes I’m out wandering the city seeing what I can see. Thankfully I have an apartment with washing machine as pretty much everything in my bag is in need of a clean. My first impression of Oslo is a place that’s quite industrial. Square buildings. Orderly. Construction. But as I walk I can see it’s also a city with accessible art and landscapes and architecture which is pretty cool. The new opera house for example is built to be climbed on, sat on, lunched on, looked in, you can even see rehearsals underway. The royal palace is somewhere you can walk right up to, touch the marble, take a selfie with the royal guard, wander the gardens. Nothing is shut off. I count no less than 5 sculpture parks scattered through the city and do my best to visit 3 of them. Museums are packed with art and easy to access. Go check out the Viking ship museum if you’re in Oslo it’s amazing. And newer buildings on the skyline are built to resemble a barcode from a distance. Such an unexpectedly cool city. I have 4 days here, and plan to walk and sleep as much as possible. Also need to get a grip on the exchange rate….I got it wrong on my first meal and paid $45 for sushi LOL. Not as expensive as Iceland but up there in cost.
I have ALWAYS wanted to visit Iceland. I don’t know why, maybe because it’s a far flung place in the middle of the ocean (kind of like NZ). So glad I made it here, it is amazing. Put it on your travel list. A year ago I joined a group on Facebook of people sharing jaw-drop amazing photos of Iceland and I want to see it all for myself and share my own pictures. I decided to book a tour because there’s so much to see and I want to see and experience as much as possible, and find an awesome tour from We Must Dash Adventure Travel which is action packed and covers the whole of the ring road that circles the perimeter of the country, whereas some of the tours only focus on the bits close to Reykjavik. And it’ll be nice to be with a group experiencing everything together.As I was re-packing in England and after checking the weather forecast decide I need more cold and wet weather gear. Average daytime temperatures of 8 degrees!! and overnight is colder!! And rain is pretty much guaranteed at this time of year. Out go the lighter clothes and in goes the waterproof gear and extra layers of merino. Our tour guide Brandon meets me at the airport in Reykjavik and he’s a larger than life American with a giant moustache. Instantly like him. Then Nicholas joins us (from Canada – I might have to adopt him), and Warren (a rocker dude, also from Canada), and we meet up with Sam (from Perth – and my lovely room-mate with for most of the trip), Georgia (from Sydney) and Subarna from India. This is my family for the next week and I’m so happy to be with them all.
After settling into our hostel, we walk across the road to the phallological museum (yes that means penises) which boasts to have the largest collection of phalluses in the world with 284 exhibits to see. It’s not something I had heard of on the FB Iceland photo page π but it’s so typically randomly Iceland that it’s worth a look. Then it’s time to walk around Reykjavik, try a hotdog (amazing, and the cheapest food you’ll find because everything is REALLY expensive here…like a small yogurt is $10), and stock up on supplies from the local supermarket. The highlight of the day though is the blue lagoon which is a geothermal resort with hot springs, mud masks and saunas. NZ is situated on the ring of fire and is pretty volcanic so we have similar places, but this place is out of this world – the arctic wind is whipping around so the steam off the water whisks past you in clouds, there’s a swim up bar, a swim up mud mask bar, and it’s just the coolest place to be with a group of new friends. I was worried about bringing my phone into the pool (even in a waterproof bag) so there are no pictures of it here, but if you are in Iceland you should definitely go there it’s incredible – Google it and you’ll see.
Day 2 we are on the road in our van through the everchanging landscape that is Iceland. One minute rolling green fields, then it’s a moonscape of mossy rocks, then sheer granite cliffs, moody skies, then blue skies…..and always waterfalls, rainbows, little horses and fat sheep. We can call for a photo stop anytime we want, but honestly it’s so nice just watching the landscape change before our eyes that we all forget to ask. After a couple of waterfall stops it’s time to swim – this is one of the reasons I booked this trip – in the fissure between the Eurasian and North American tectonic plates at Silfra. It takes around 90 minutes to shed our layers and put on dry suits, masks, and fins for our dip in the 2 degree water and then we’re being led by our guide Jonas into the freezing water and we’re face down in the water and can’t feel our faces or lips. I love the water and this is awesome! Underwater is like a moonscape and you can see the divide between the plates right below you. After a hot chocolate and lunch we’re back in the van headed for Selfoss. The sky is mostly clear and there’s a chance we might see the northern lights that evening. Seeing the lights is not guaranteed, regardless of the time of year you visit, it all depends on the cloud conditions and if it’s raining there’s no chance. I overhear a couple of tourists ask if they will be able to see the lights from their balcony, and the shop assistant explains it all depends on the cloud etc, and they’re like “but we have a balcony”, so the shop assistant says ok you’ll see them but it’s raining outside so they totally won’t. We are lucky though, and as we walk down to the water that night the cloud clears and the lights start dancing for us – at first just silver grey shapes moving overhead with glints of pale green, then stronger flashing and moving across the sky. It’s jaw-dropping. You need a time-lapse camera setting to capture them, and to get the bright green you see in photos, and luckily we do.
This is also the night we learn the card game Asshole, which becomes a go to for our trip – here’s the rules if you feel like playing, it’s fun π and I discover I have a knack for it which earns me the nickname El Presidente, but it is also a drinking game so be warned http://assholerules.com/
The rest of the tour is best captured in the photos below. It was honestly the best experience, I will remember it always, and I’m so pleased to have experienced it all with such a cool group of people who are now my friends. Iceland is quirky and beautiful and it will take your breath away. Go see it. And YES I have posted my own photos on the Iceland Photographers paradise page and it felt so good π
It’s time to meet up with my friend Claire who lives with her partner Sean in Derbyshire in a small village called Melbourne. I’ve known Claire and her sister Alex (in NZ) for many years. Claire and Sean have been holidaying in Tuscany and I’m meeting them at Gatwick airport so we can all drive up to Derbyshire together. “Welcome to England”, I greet them both as they come off the plane and we laugh and hug and it’s so wonderful to see them. I’m going to spend just over a week with them, hanging out in their village and having some ‘normal time’ before I start the next leg of my travels.
Melbourne village where Claire and Sean live is the prettiest English village. Everyone is so friendly and people stop to chat and smile. Before I know it I’m talking with the daughter of the lady who owns the deli about how she’s nervous to start high school the next day and hopes she doesn’t sleep in or miss her bus; I’m saying “orright” and “ay up” to people as they walk past; people are calling me duck and love; and it’s just the loveliest place to be. As an aside “orright” is a multi-purpose word which can mean virtually anything from are you ok to yeah I’m ok, to it’s not too bad, to it’s amazing. I spent 2 days amusing myself by only saying ‘orright’ as I walked around the village. There are flags strung across the main street, the roads are cobbled, original cottages line the roads (some with thatched roofs), the gardens are perfect, dogs walk quietly with their owners. I loved it. I took lots of photos of the village on my camera, only to later discover I had it on the wrong setting, so I’ll need to take more when I call in on my way home. Claire has loads of friends close by, some I have met before, and everyone is so nice and welcoming, I could totally live here!
The pub is the place to socialise over here and there are several in the village. It’s also the place to visit on Sundays for pub lunch. We have roast meals in NZ too, a tradition brought over from England, but the real deal is so tasty, and so huge I need a nap after!
Luckily the other highlight of the village is the number of walking tracks that wind from the houses into the fields, across fields, down lanes and just everywhere. My next destination is Iceland and I need to get my feet used to my walking boots again, so its perfect to have a few days to toughen them up. Claire loans me a book of local walks and I spend hours lost in the countryside, smiling and walking off all the wonderful food I’m consuming. It takes me a couple of days to feel comfortable walking in such isolated places by myself – it’s just not something I would do at home, or anywhere really. But it’s a small village and I’m quite safe. As long as I stay away from the stinging nettles….which really sting. Tip: hand sanitiser takes the sting and redness away.
Soon it’s time to pack up for my next destination. I’ve booked a tour in Iceland, and re-pack my bags to add waterproof pants and extra warm things, and take out the summer clothes to collect before I fly home. We drive to Luton where I’ll spend the night before my early morning flight. It has been so nice to have this time with my friends, and it feels like I’m leaving home all over again as I hug them goodbye. There’s so much fun to come, but goodbyes are always a little sad.
This is my first time in London and I’m really not sure what to expect. It’s somewhere I feel I should visit but I’ve never felt really drawn to. Maybe it’s because growing up in NZ there were so many connections to England – BBC news and UK TV, food, music, stories, games and nursery rhymes. It’s pretty typical for kids in their late teens/early twenties to go to London, find a job and use it as a base to travel from. My daughter was born when I was 21 so I skipped that experience, and when I did start to explore the world I headed to more exotic places like Vietnam and Peru, anywhere that felt different really. Still, I’m curious to see what London is like.
I have a few days to myself before I meet up with my friend Claire and I’ve booked an apartment in South Kensington which is close to the city centre but in more of a local neighborhood. After the bustle of Singapore and I’m ready for some aimless wandering. Landing at Heathrow is kind of exciting, and it’s easy to catch the tube into the city. My apartment is on the top floor of a building called the thin house (it’s shaped like a wedge, maybe less than a metre wide at it’s narrowest point, which happens to be the shower!). It has amazing views across the park and towards the Victoria & Albert museum, and it’s perfect for a few days.
The best way for me to get a feel for a place is just to walk, so with my Oyster card in hand and Google maps I head off for a day of tube-hopping, meandering, and getting lost. There’s so much that is familiar about London – places I’ve heard of like the Ritz, Fortnum & Mason, the Savoy, and following the monopoly board from Piccadilly to Trafalgar Square, Leicester Square, Regent Street, Bond Street…then there’s the Thames, the Tower of London, London Bridge (is not falling down even though that’s the nursery rhyme playing sing-song in my head). Turn a corner and there’s something familiar. I spend hours walking the city,taking photos and trying to get a read on the vibe of the city. Everywhere has a specific vibe – and I’m finding London hard to pin down. There’s loads of history and the city is hugely multi-cultural, but people aren’t super friendly and it’s really strange to be on the tube with everyone jammed together and no one looking at each other. There’s masses of tourists around too.
My favourite moments are in the parks which are dotted everywhere and where the squirrels run around not bothered at all by the people stopping to photograph them. Super cute! I message friends to say I’ve seen squirrels and they ask @What’s your highlight so far?” Hands down it’s the squirrels (we don’t have them at home). And the food is amazing. The fruit is super fresh and so cheap to buy. And my morning at Borough markets π π π the cheese! the brownies! the cheese! If only my stomach was as big as my eyes. I love the street art dotted around the city too and happily spend a few hours tracking down graffiti. The British museum was also cool – if you go there look for the Parthenon marbles (the original statues that were once atop the Parthenon in Greece and have been kept largely intact….not the small glass marbles I was imagining when someone recommended I go see them π
I’m not a big fan of musicals or shows but if anyone is, London is the place to be. My one fancy splurge here is at the Ritz which I spy as I’m walking down from Piccadilly Circus, and on impulse decide to go in for a drink. “Can I help you madam?” the doorman asks and when I say I want to go in for a drink he says “that’s fine madam but not in those shoes”, before guiding me to the cloakroom where another kind man finds a pair of more appropriate shoes, takes my smelly sneakers (as if they were priceless) and leads me to the bar. Totally felt like a princess, and ordered a glass of vintage champagne and a salad nicoise to celebrate the start of my travels π