Northland

Bergen - Stavanger

0.9km or 4km view

I didn't come home once in the three years I spent in Australia. This was partly down to thinking 'it's ok I'll be heading home in June/ when my visa is up/ for my Gran's birthday...' There's nothing to gain in mentioning why I did eventually come home, but luckily it did mean I made it to my nan's birthday.

Australia was and is a wonderful place, I remember a friend recouting her trip before I went, and seemed dumbstruck when saying '...the light there is different, everything shimmers.' and I believe we lost her for 5 minutes while she transported herself back there. It's always stuck as it is just so true. I can't say for definite that that's it for me and Australia, we had a good run and have parted as friends and who knows, maybe I'll be back there for a long spell once again. However, one thing I did miss on this side of the world is the option to jump on a cheap flight to Europe for *insert length of stay* and in particular to my favourite place, Norway.

This trip was even more exciting as, not only did it involve catching up with the family, but after months/years of my friends and total strangers listening to my near hysterical '...guys, GUYS! Look! LOOK! I'm going to go up there!...' I actually did it and hiked up to Preikestolen - Pulpit Rock - and I can't fricking wait to get up there again.

Preikestolen

Home

I'm back home, re-adjusted to a slightly cooler (freezing) climate and re-adjusted to a slight change in lifestyle. These are somewhat positive changes (not the climate one) as it is good to reassess from time to time and I have done just that.

I started this blog initially for family and friends to see what I was up to on the other side of the world (that and to record my short stint in WWOOF-ing farm-life) and seems a shame to leave it at that.

While trying to avoid this turning into an online 'Dear diary', rather more a personal resource when in the (distant) years to come, my aged laptop has passed on into the ether, lost my hard drive and forgotten which drawer I stashed my numerous memory sticks in, I can - if I am anything like my grandmother aka 'tech-wizard' - at least 'Google it' as it were. That is motivation enough for me.