This, that, the rest of March
Објавено: 04.04.2021
The trip to the Hardangerfjord is already over a month ago and since then we haven't been idle. Before I tell you what we did during Easter week, here's a collection of small and big excursions before that.
On the weekend after our mini road trip, I was just mentally saying goodbye to the Northern Lights when Pia texted me that she was on the roof looking out for them. So I quickly went up to the rooftop. And indeed, in the west, there was a green band slowly getting stronger and reddish on one side. We were so damn lucky to see them in Bergen. The probability was actually almost nonexistent at that time. It was early March, so still bright, Bergen is located relatively far south, and it was almost always raining, which means cloudy skies. But we saw them even stronger than some people who had flown to Tromsø. It was absolutely cool!
In the following week, on Tuesday evening, we went to a yoga class on Fløyen. It was very cold on our feet even though we had many pairs of socks on. The yoga itself wasn't that interesting, but looking out onto the sea and watching the sunset more than made up for it. There is also yoga on Ulriken, but it has to get significantly warmer before we do that. After that, there were many days of just raining, where we did uni work and just stayed indoors.
The second-to-last weekend in March, Pia locked herself out again. Unfortunately, it happened when the dormitory reception was already closed, so Pia couldn't get a spare key. But luckily, there's always a spare bed here. The next morning, Pia could then pick up her key. The day was rain-free, so we decided to make use of it since the weather forecast predicted rain for the next five days. Our destination was the last mountain of the seven mountains around Bergen. The name Bergen, by the way, does not come from the German word 'Bergen', but from a Norwegian word that means 'green meadows between the mountains'. So the opposite of what everyone believes. The remaining mountain was Sandviksfjellet on the western edge north of Bergen. We took the bus to a nearby area and then walked to the starting point of the trail to the 'peak'. It was quite crowded. Starting at an elevation of 100 meters, there were stairs that went up to 330 meters in height. Pia and I got a bit separated on the way because I got a bit competitive and kept my pace. It took me 19 minutes to climb the stairs. Since the 2,000 meter race in school, I haven't felt so pumped, I can tell you that. My thighs handled it well, but my lungs were working at full capacity for what felt like ages. The stairs were not uniform or professionally built, but rather carved into the rock or made of large, laid-out stones. Sometimes you had to use your arms to reach the steps, at least at my height. And I also outpaced a few Norwegians. I had a lot of fun, but I was also a bit worried if Pia was getting enough air (she has asthma). But a little later, she arrived at the top healthy and lively, and together we continued to walk towards the viewpoint. From there, we then walked towards Rundemånen because if you're already up there, you should take advantage of it. Every time I'm there, I wonder where I used to ski. By the way, on the way there, I learned that when you have to use your hands to climb or move forward, you use the Gollum pose. From there, we went back to Bergen not via Fløyen, but down to Svartediket. When we stopped at a signpost, two Norwegians once again asked us if we knew where we were going. That was absolutely not necessary because we know our way around very well by now. I probably looked a bit uncertain at the signpost for them, but I was simply not convinced by the indicated distance in kilometers because it said that going back via Fløyen is shorter. Nevertheless, we still walked along Svartediket towards Bergen and at the end of our tour, we were relatively hungry because we hadn't eaten anything except for our Sunday breakfast.
Nothing more exciting happened or I just don't remember anymore. If you're wondering about the title, Mars means March in Norwegian.
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