We were
welcomed by a little snow, already announced by the pilot in the plane (Oleg's
face was something worth a picture, but I was too slow to capture it!), but we
actually got lucky with the weather: it never went below 0 degree during the
night spent in the tent, and also the nights in the train and in the Stavanger'
street were reasonably bearable.
Photos: the super
cosy norvegian railways: people working, people sleeping...
Stavanger:
a nice sea city, young people around and a cool city center just embraced by
the sea. The atmosphere is really that one of a sea town: I would have not been
surprise finding a bunch of sailors drinking rhum at the pub, winking at some
girls in their dirty pirates-like clothes. On the other hand, the old city -
just out of the peninsula area but still on the sea, is fancier, with the
typical colored houses and an atmosphere more like north European middle-age
village.
Two things
are amazing in Norway.
The first one regards the landscapes: they are simply breathtaking. It's a masterly mix of nature, poetry and Romanticism: you cannot feel but a bit lost in such a vastness. If God was an artist, he surely would be a painter.
The second thing is about girls. Norvegian girls. They are simply the beings closest to perfection I ever saw. I think I felt in love at least every 5 meters in Stavanger. Dressed with a smile allusive and shy at the same time, they wear skirts even when I was regretting I couldn't fit in my third pair of pants. Blondes, mostly, but not only, however always beautiful. If God was an artist he surely must be a sculptor.
The first one regards the landscapes: they are simply breathtaking. It's a masterly mix of nature, poetry and Romanticism: you cannot feel but a bit lost in such a vastness. If God was an artist, he surely would be a painter.
The second thing is about girls. Norvegian girls. They are simply the beings closest to perfection I ever saw. I think I felt in love at least every 5 meters in Stavanger. Dressed with a smile allusive and shy at the same time, they wear skirts even when I was regretting I couldn't fit in my third pair of pants. Blondes, mostly, but not only, however always beautiful. If God was an artist he surely must be a sculptor.
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