Day 2 - Vigeland to Marnardal
It had snowed in the night, then rained, then froze. The roads and pavements were like one big skating rink.
Day 1 - Lindesnes Fyr to Vigeland
The first 4 days of this trip are by road. As you can see, there is no snow and the summer route over the hills this one big big/marsh. So, 27km on tarmac it is.
Packing 200kg of re supplies is not exciting
Fortunately it seems that a modicum of linguistic capability is not a requirement for a short term Norwegian residents permit.
And so it begins
…while I patted myself down, searched every pocket and rifled through my rucksack for about the 4th time David simply disowned me and wandered off.
Here’s to a good night’s sleep
The following video shows the sleeping kit I will be carrying on our 4 month Norway ski trip, the Norge på Langs.
Overcoming Barriers
A brief update explaining how the pack of cards nearly came tumbling down around our ears.
The ups and downs of piling on the pounds
I need to put on weight. I don’t have a great deal of spare body fat at the best of times and, as usual, lost a bit of weight on our recent trip to Europe (I blame Mrs P’s boot camp).
Oh no! Not again!?
By way of proof that , of late, I seem to be somewhat accident prone, I managed to break a rib today.
They fought not for the lust of conquest…
This blog is about our visit to the beaches of Normandy. Where, on the 6th June 1944, 156,000 men took part in the largest sea invasion in history. The invasion of Nazi-occupied Europe.
And the lazy photographer of the year award goes to…
The following photographs were all taken from a single spot no more than 2 metres square. These images just go to show the different perspectives you can get on your world without moving very far…
Mrs P’s 4 Day Boot Camp
The above conversation is a verbatim record of the actual words uttered by Mrs P as I remember them. Please note that both time and events since this conversation may have somewhat skewed my recollection (i.e. Mrs P might refute this record).
We keep a knockin’ but we can’t get in
How can a one and a half hour journey take 3 hours? I’ll tell you how. When we inadvertently lock the keys inside Gandalf is how.
Feel the fear and do it anyway
The day with clouds was sudden overcast, And angry Jove a hideous storm of rain Did pour…
The Pain in Spain…
Roller skis have no brakes and I have not used them on downhill sections before…
¿Habla Inglés?
…I say to the middle aged woman with the smiley face; “Habla Usted Inglés?” “No” she unsurprisingly replies. Both sides in the conversation silently cursing their respective Education systems.
Mind your language
Once again we find ourselves in Spain. A country where our language skills leave quite a lot to be desired. It’s causing trouble with our diet…
Writer’s block
Every day Mrs P and I head out with one goal in mind, to have fun.
Every evening we get back to the van (Gandalf - surely you know that by now!?), shower, cook, eat and then…
Is this where it all started?
Is this where it all started? My love of the big mountains?
A little more than 28 years ago I came here with my older brother, Paul…