Crossing borders can be a strange thing. I’ve grown up in a Europe post the Schengen Agreement (at least the part of my life I remember), so the crossing of borders has often been “OK, according to the signs, we’ve passed the border now”. Lately, the borders have been more enforced, but to a varying degree.
Last year we went in a car with Norwegian plates between Norway, Denmark, Sweden, and back to Norway again, and there was some variation. Norway to Denmark was getting off a boat, and no checking of passports. Going from Denmark to Sweden it seemed like it was enough to be white and female in a Norwegian car. And from Sweden to Norway we started to hand them our passports, but seeing the outside seemed to be enough.
This year, between Norway, Denmark, and Germany, there was also not much checking. But it seems noticeable in a different way than when I was a kid. Mostly because of the media and the ferry company telling us to remember our passports, because they’ll check, but also because
But it seems noticeable in a different way than when I was a kid. Mostly because of the media and the ferry company telling us to remember our passports, because they might check them, but also because I pay attention to it in a different way as an adult. Are the borders noticeable if you cross them where you live? And do the people and affairs surrounding the borders affect how you feel when you cross them (if you can)?
Are the borders noticeable if you cross them where you live? And do the people and affairs surrounding the borders affect how you feel when you cross them (if you can)?
This picture was taken as we entered Norway driving north on E6 through Sweden in late July 2017.
This is the University of Agder, or at least a part of it. This is Campus Kristiansand, which is one of the campuses of UiA. (I’ve written about the University before here and here.)
I’ve been a student here the last three years, and while it’s been weird knowing I’m not going back in August, it’s also slightly good. It was three great years with plenty of good teachers, fellow students, and fun stuff, but good things must come to an end to move forward with one’s life.
The picture was taken on a very nice day in early April 2017, when I needed a break from studies.
This picture was taken in mid-March 2017, near Bertesbukta in Kristiansand. It’s a graffiti piece, a heart and a dancer on top of the heart. I needed some air during the semester, and the piece was pretty easy to find on a cliff overlooking the ocean.
Over the last years the attitude towards graffiti has changed a lot in Norway. There has been multiple laws against it (and probably still is, so don’t go crazy with the paint yet), but slowly it has become a more accepted, often welcomed, part of the cityscape. By which I mean that there are buildings offered up to paint on, and there are guided tours to see the different pieces. Examples are Stavanger where there is the NuArt festival and Kristiansand that also decorates parts of the city with street art.
Ruten in Sandnes is not the prettiest place, but it usually serves its purpose. It’s mostly a place-to-arrange-stuff/parking-space/etc. The picture was taken late July 2013, when they were getting ready for the yearly Blink-festival hosted in Sandnes. The Blink-festival is a Ski-festival held in the summer, without any snow. The skis are roller-skis, and usually at least parts of the Norwegian National teams in Cross-Country and Biathlon will compete with other great international athletes. You can read more about the event here.
Tomorrow is the 17th of May, which is a big deal in Norway. This picture was taken 17th of May 2016, when I watched the Peoples Parade in Stavanger.
One of my major pet peeves is people constantly “bending” further and further out in the street, and not caring that the people around you might also have people or parts of the parade they want to see. So if you’re ever in Norway on the 17th of May, you should definitely watch any parades in the area you are, and not do this.
I’ve written more about the 17th of May celebrations before, here, here and here.
During the road trip around Kattegat and Skagerak in late July 2016 we drove along the southeastern coast of Norway, and one night we stayed at Strand Hotel Fevik, between Grimstad and Arendal. The hotel in itself was quite nice, apparently Roald Dahl kept returning to stay at the hotel. I guess I can understand that with the view we had from our room.
After a long winter, I long for summer times coming up. This picture was taken on Jæren in mid-June 2013, a period of time when the weather was relatively warm and nice (with the occasional rainshower).
Southern Norway can look somewhat magical when covered in snow. It brightens up the darker days, and brings out a part of the kid in you. This was taken in early March 2016 outside the University of Agder, I’m pretty sure it was a weekend, which was why the parking lot was not filled up with the cars of students and faculty.
I’ve written about this area before, but it is a pretty amazing view. The road before you get here goes between mountains and over some hills, before you suddenly get this view of the fjords, before continuing through a tunnel and coming out in the bay where you find the village Dirdal.
This picture was taken mid-March 2013, so there were still some snow on top of the mountains.
In early March 2016, I was out walking in the snowy weather in Jegersberg. Jegersberg is an area in Kristiansand, that I’ve written about earlier here and here. The area is well suited for outdoors activities year round, including jogging or skiing.