tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33921921786401227622024-03-18T20:27:22.105-07:00StrangeWaysPictures, texts and curiosa prodused on the road.pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-12589702699683493662008-11-25T11:44:00.000-08:002008-11-25T11:46:31.513-08:00I am homeCurrently in Malmö, Sweden.<br /><br />This blog is no longer being updated. Please feel free to check out my other blog<br /><br /><----pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-33032595875878401302008-05-24T05:45:00.001-07:002008-05-24T05:45:14.799-07:00Home!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inthegrid/2515863743/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2515863743_0dec5c170e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inthegrid/2515863743/">girls waiting to have a hair cut</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/inthegrid/">I.S.K.</a></span></div>I am flying to Oslo from Istanbul in a weeks time! Will stay in Oslo for a couple of days and after that be moving around abıt, allthough thıs tıme wıthın a more lımıted area. Mostly Norway, Denmark and Sweden. For those who want to hook up, be ın toutch! In the meantıme, check out some new photos from the Tawang stay on Flıckr. Just click the image. More pıctures to come.<br /><br />Love,<br />Ingrıd<br clear="all" />pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-10178666217882153752008-04-11T10:20:00.000-07:002008-04-11T10:25:05.142-07:00Pictures!I have finally uploaded some pictures from the trip to my flickr account. Check them out here: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inthegrid/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/inthegrid/</a>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-48413785958236099572008-03-15T05:29:00.000-07:002008-03-15T06:24:13.334-07:00Tawang PreviewHere are some pictures from Tawang (Tibet/India/China/Himalaya). We stayed at the orphanage for only 10 days, still it was hard to leave these people. I did art classes with some 50 kids. Super kids. And one day we did some football exercises. I got the girls to join in, and was happy with that. The jeep ride down from the mountains was amazingly scenic. More stories will follow. A big thanks to all the kids, Lama Jee and Dr. Maipal Singh.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVw6AaiGGu1Q8IJOn8ibzFQw1KMRbDtrwv5zNjdTtcc62_98ldHcQp7dxLB6kPMitgRumDprdrXq-1O5xIBaOs2DWTMy49shpEturkvFVA1YUNB0nyPsoPgflhW1Z-nlJyZRLFR4tFAI/s1600-h/DSCN4471.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177956311037310866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVw6AaiGGu1Q8IJOn8ibzFQw1KMRbDtrwv5zNjdTtcc62_98ldHcQp7dxLB6kPMitgRumDprdrXq-1O5xIBaOs2DWTMy49shpEturkvFVA1YUNB0nyPsoPgflhW1Z-nlJyZRLFR4tFAI/s400/DSCN4471.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The children getting a wash at the orphanage. Here I must refer to the famous song that goes like this: Aa vaske seg det er slettes ikke godt, boersten er boerstet og vannet er saa vaatt, nei skrubb g boerste og saapevann, er ikke noe for en roevermann.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51n9MLDHaKU3nHyFxqsfSJBywxhi7prQuheKNogrsXJW8XM2OqB2a8h6dhhgXrOs3RADbrIAy3WteQBJ-RqI_rXkVShxIQa_khSZcWMV-m_TFH9aIE2vxOAmaxZJiFOx-SK1A7skE73Q/s1600-h/DSCN4056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177953364689745794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51n9MLDHaKU3nHyFxqsfSJBywxhi7prQuheKNogrsXJW8XM2OqB2a8h6dhhgXrOs3RADbrIAy3WteQBJ-RqI_rXkVShxIQa_khSZcWMV-m_TFH9aIE2vxOAmaxZJiFOx-SK1A7skE73Q/s400/DSCN4056.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Mr. Tashi Norbu, youngest member of painting group 6.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJ7Myj0toShPno6kt6wevOBf5CRXqacCR9j_5CrdJd8cBg8mNYJ01Gd47lnMrdtcyi00VsAZEqImtD0cYBMobTdO1K-KwidiFKOQrX0wOBtrDYo9DodmhyphenhyphenRbOhKKWSzQ8SAcr3kZChYs/s1600-h/DSCN4333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177951200026228594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJ7Myj0toShPno6kt6wevOBf5CRXqacCR9j_5CrdJd8cBg8mNYJ01Gd47lnMrdtcyi00VsAZEqImtD0cYBMobTdO1K-KwidiFKOQrX0wOBtrDYo9DodmhyphenhyphenRbOhKKWSzQ8SAcr3kZChYs/s400/DSCN4333.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Science experiment in Torkilds class. magnetism.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoBdbzY2VG3beKNNatJKxAEaIFyKo4-_zddbl2ij1rlvc8xxUf1wa5YrUDPqQcMn6OP7tsfNyzE3HHZsFPk3lC1RgjVrQ8rvzmXtNhp-RVSg8kXewpgI_qaFOxZEB1yftrWnwKz_E1cE/s1600-h/DSCN4393.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177949606593361762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoBdbzY2VG3beKNNatJKxAEaIFyKo4-_zddbl2ij1rlvc8xxUf1wa5YrUDPqQcMn6OP7tsfNyzE3HHZsFPk3lC1RgjVrQ8rvzmXtNhp-RVSg8kXewpgI_qaFOxZEB1yftrWnwKz_E1cE/s400/DSCN4393.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Young Buddhist Monk at Tawang Monastery. These people consider th Dalai Lama their spiritual leader. The sixth Dalai Lama was born not far from here, and the area is predominantly Tibetian Buddhist. It is tradition that the second son in a family becomes a monk.pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-85883418639474980462008-03-15T04:14:00.000-07:002008-03-15T06:31:23.771-07:00Things to do when alone in New Delhi<div>1. Get henna tatoos, at least the colour goes well with the wallpaper <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDSL7vfB1YQ3VYpqX_c00hJw6yMtR1mrppn9gOn65WxrCaOjlvbUe3Ag1PnsqXR8G_C2jpcjiFZXf2WwmRs1MYDaKLjLbyYChQN62r69TJHuhCPofVsIT0ikpCGUgqID6nuxkm3FngXM/s1600-h/DSCN4782.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177942116170397506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDSL7vfB1YQ3VYpqX_c00hJw6yMtR1mrppn9gOn65WxrCaOjlvbUe3Ag1PnsqXR8G_C2jpcjiFZXf2WwmRs1MYDaKLjLbyYChQN62r69TJHuhCPofVsIT0ikpCGUgqID6nuxkm3FngXM/s400/DSCN4782.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>3. Eat bland european-like food because you cannot take any more indian<br />4. Watch BBC World untill the tv stops working<br />3. Spend ridiculous amounts of time on the internet, still not bothering to rotate the pictures.<br />4. Create a flickr account: <a href="http://www.flickr/photos/inthegrid">http://www.flickr/photos/inthegrid</a><br />5. Draw </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5W1-9OYXYdv1Uvje7TUMoW23bkB-oX2oYTHI-U3n2q43M2f9WEftLqNDG2mJFmAP0gce_NdUCsqTaxBCI-R3Ni0T4S_CrW8zFxAEjtTcSuuPwgd4b_ChoITs1eposZwN7MOwaV0f0UhU/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177959158600628130" style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" height="280" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5W1-9OYXYdv1Uvje7TUMoW23bkB-oX2oYTHI-U3n2q43M2f9WEftLqNDG2mJFmAP0gce_NdUCsqTaxBCI-R3Ni0T4S_CrW8zFxAEjtTcSuuPwgd4b_ChoITs1eposZwN7MOwaV0f0UhU/s400/scan0001.jpg" width="381" border="0" /></a><br />6. Get ready for Iranian dress code<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZFe8GjBTTr-l6UR8Jnled4XROSkdF11PWG9X4OYtnoplrf9RFG1qnlbMErFwxcaQwyVDY9Z22CSHUiMOdoPWKKd83QQ7qZANqp20oD0k1Af5QdfIcVahcK8oharBx021EJgY42ugPUk/s1600-h/DSCN4756.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177939367391328034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZFe8GjBTTr-l6UR8Jnled4XROSkdF11PWG9X4OYtnoplrf9RFG1qnlbMErFwxcaQwyVDY9Z22CSHUiMOdoPWKKd83QQ7qZANqp20oD0k1Af5QdfIcVahcK8oharBx021EJgY42ugPUk/s400/DSCN4756.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><div>7. Read. lonely planet Iran and Dance Dance Dance byHaruki Murakami at the moment.<br />8. Take photographs like these</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNdWwer9KR2snv0SEoh0h0G-kLbgf8vdwdAn-DWPbdS3E1e6IJNY0i3WOrpO9HnBhrgBRDoZbqP37tcNjKmsdf-cvXn6UPssvmU9tIBMKUDpFFJZI3_sf9u-Gu4pQOzYgjgYPbZhjbAU/s1600-h/DSCN4728.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177940917874521906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNdWwer9KR2snv0SEoh0h0G-kLbgf8vdwdAn-DWPbdS3E1e6IJNY0i3WOrpO9HnBhrgBRDoZbqP37tcNjKmsdf-cvXn6UPssvmU9tIBMKUDpFFJZI3_sf9u-Gu4pQOzYgjgYPbZhjbAU/s400/DSCN4728.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>9. Think about what's going on in Tibet, and get worried</div><br /><div>10. Go have a last beer. Now.</div></div></div>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-59150166315425350912008-02-04T08:13:00.001-08:002008-02-04T08:27:08.660-08:00For Rima.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWD5HJ01sj3_M45qz8MYRq5gruJm7yss8UjgGoRJDMk7RPQXJ0cLkKj32KlDYt8K6c-FcSGgpEJHsHaw2M_dErQfoU3QUh086pywxgPImS1ZsSu_AwahL44vm7Kh9fnrfqmGBw2_nQ0U/s1600-h/tilrima.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163162147294516018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWD5HJ01sj3_M45qz8MYRq5gruJm7yss8UjgGoRJDMk7RPQXJ0cLkKj32KlDYt8K6c-FcSGgpEJHsHaw2M_dErQfoU3QUh086pywxgPImS1ZsSu_AwahL44vm7Kh9fnrfqmGBw2_nQ0U/s400/tilrima.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Laundry, Cherai Beach, Kerala.</div>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-35351409753676713062008-01-11T06:44:00.000-08:002008-01-11T06:58:51.692-08:002 bilder fra India<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9EB2zekHkb7XGalUWl-tbnes4lH3H_9NyqdY1aasrC9gcLsQrSFi_Noj4nV59bqt9nanXIjJAdHRShPFFW-vhINdPlD7HzD69BTjCeH9uD6goDzqzgWCq5_yfIYb_4sZ3IyO3P2_Sjs/s1600-h/christblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9EB2zekHkb7XGalUWl-tbnes4lH3H_9NyqdY1aasrC9gcLsQrSFi_Noj4nV59bqt9nanXIjJAdHRShPFFW-vhINdPlD7HzD69BTjCeH9uD6goDzqzgWCq5_yfIYb_4sZ3IyO3P2_Sjs/s400/christblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154233240157024082" border="0" /></a> "Christ"<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwz8yPgm-JnjPLLiaTxgNt8W6JjSkDXPY004iUWj3dBebtb8SnEFFXygzDZMLiWHTUHL7eCPNtBebfkchCN02LJvc0eWMK059tVjxsUJIJ1sRMETz7djVodz2sgZ8bNJlzez5gMzT2hz4/s1600-h/strandblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwz8yPgm-JnjPLLiaTxgNt8W6JjSkDXPY004iUWj3dBebtb8SnEFFXygzDZMLiWHTUHL7eCPNtBebfkchCN02LJvc0eWMK059tVjxsUJIJ1sRMETz7djVodz2sgZ8bNJlzez5gMzT2hz4/s400/strandblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154232123465527106" border="0" /></a> Cherai Beach on a January morning.pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-65477795905904447512008-01-11T06:18:00.000-08:002008-01-11T06:23:00.149-08:00Hilde og jeg, Cecilie, Torkild og hunden.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpNImpal2wBU8B2g6AjU6tsrLIAKIuzJBgD_Q-fMAtAl65w7-aPsS5sp1wqagZ7F10Xgl8ilJ_8kb8fsIoPOqx_GZaVRZjpuJ3REqgHKD0Q2yaiCw1LG4H1qC5dMquqSWak-6gJk1sio/s1600-h/hildeogjegblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpNImpal2wBU8B2g6AjU6tsrLIAKIuzJBgD_Q-fMAtAl65w7-aPsS5sp1wqagZ7F10Xgl8ilJ_8kb8fsIoPOqx_GZaVRZjpuJ3REqgHKD0Q2yaiCw1LG4H1qC5dMquqSWak-6gJk1sio/s400/hildeogjegblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224005977337634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbC-BV3wjAXqeFBJH8nKbXkVo-Y6QYYbTVlPMeBsvFIPEj0wovQCNH6yvPDcTjXxbcVkkiJV-ADrZRzwyZ5zQdZ7at98m4n50CXIGXVrVsB024Cpv9dv9RNDz5Md3Zu_7RiUz6chIsds/s1600-h/cecilieogtorkblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbC-BV3wjAXqeFBJH8nKbXkVo-Y6QYYbTVlPMeBsvFIPEj0wovQCNH6yvPDcTjXxbcVkkiJV-ADrZRzwyZ5zQdZ7at98m4n50CXIGXVrVsB024Cpv9dv9RNDz5Md3Zu_7RiUz6chIsds/s400/cecilieogtorkblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154224014567272242" border="0" /></a>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-69893486366827700982008-01-11T06:14:00.000-08:002008-01-11T06:17:36.316-08:00Horisont 1 og 2. Fort Kochi, Kerala.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7N9gpiIqKBoocNa3qZspSpywVb7gOtKT2_f5wz6uTrz0SIG7aLw6_k_ykQ-cIcE6fQBe2lYkmg4S2Gf2PPd6bBheODHN-mql5UO94gq16TN_XSwRHqyUL_BCX4CcgbLleU83xasTMGo/s1600-h/horisont1blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7N9gpiIqKBoocNa3qZspSpywVb7gOtKT2_f5wz6uTrz0SIG7aLw6_k_ykQ-cIcE6fQBe2lYkmg4S2Gf2PPd6bBheODHN-mql5UO94gq16TN_XSwRHqyUL_BCX4CcgbLleU83xasTMGo/s400/horisont1blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154220978025393922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7NrslnfGsoDiLqm2mK5zPv6R-s2VLqFq5wzgF1fGpfNmI8nWKwqXxa3pL9RJ9WDdoSBMQDOPGZn0WrYHNx5j7reAX3LhYvHMObygGyJnQVjOjIi7mHRphuysnpHfv7ZE04uwiOim2hk/s1600-h/horisont2blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7NrslnfGsoDiLqm2mK5zPv6R-s2VLqFq5wzgF1fGpfNmI8nWKwqXxa3pL9RJ9WDdoSBMQDOPGZn0WrYHNx5j7reAX3LhYvHMObygGyJnQVjOjIi7mHRphuysnpHfv7ZE04uwiOim2hk/s400/horisont2blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154220982320361234" border="0" /></a>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-75756948139425441972008-01-04T03:44:00.000-08:002008-01-04T03:54:00.654-08:00The story of the AccidentIt started with someone shouting, I don`t remember what, but it was something repetitive and low pitched. Like the horns of a ship nearing a harbour. Then the bus stopped and someone said "it`s a human being" and everyone looked scared, eyes wide open, probably mouths too, but that`s impossible to know, as everyone was focusing on each other's eyes. People crawled under the bus. I tried, my hands shaking, my guts turning at the sight of the blood. Cowardly, I decided to leave it too someone more competent or perhaps braver.<br /><div class="Ih2E3d"><br /></div>The aforementioned human being. Foetus like under the front of the bus, his trousers for some reason on his knees, his legs twisted in strange, inexplicable positions. Someone said he was dead. I agreed, he had to be dead. I ran to the other side of the road to find someone among the<br />converging audience with a cellphone. No one seemed to understand what I was on about. I saw the car that had hit him, a white Mercedes, its windshield broken, the front of the car crushed.<br /><div class="Ih2E3d"><br />He had to be dead. Or perhaps he was still alive, but he would soon die, and that was even worse; to see someone bleed to death.<br /><br />I ran towards the gas station we had just passed, to make them phone the ambulance, the police, or whoever they normally call in this country when things like these happen. The woman looked relaxed and content, and did not seem aggrevated at all by the man bleeding to death 100 yards away. It was like such events were part of her daily routine. She didn`t have a phone. She didn`t know where someone would have a phone. I ran back, thinking someone with a cellphone surely had to have phoned the ambulance by now. It turned out there were no ambulances.<br /><br />The man had a pulse and was breathing, I thought about how much a human body can take, survive, at least for a few moments, and thought about the heads rolling, eyes still blinking, in France, the guillotine, the revolution. Could he possibly survive, no, there was no chance, but we had to do our best, some of the braver people had to do something, just so we had done what we could, for moral reasons, out of respect. I was caught up in thoughts like these, but they did something, stopped the blood from flowing from his legs, now no longer a part of him, but something to be avoided, separated from the rest of him, still living. Those legs were not living.<br /><br />Suddenly he was in a car, in the car with the broken windshield, the white Mercedes, and then they were off. The air still dense with tension but at the same time everything strangely empty and still.</div>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-72175931447758883422007-12-31T02:16:00.000-08:002007-12-31T02:26:25.048-08:00New Year's Cards<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsRL5KDo8ZfdoZ5bLojYJ5iCg8ArCXuJbP8QVUy9lTC-kPMpnomMq-I2icmf6711czB8qZu2koXInW2OYe3KEuSQd02ICtY8f-0B7AdOLUlVUzADLxWJPWN5zOqKQtFGoG8v7MsDBVCs/s1600-h/kortlasteng.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsRL5KDo8ZfdoZ5bLojYJ5iCg8ArCXuJbP8QVUy9lTC-kPMpnomMq-I2icmf6711czB8qZu2koXInW2OYe3KEuSQd02ICtY8f-0B7AdOLUlVUzADLxWJPWN5zOqKQtFGoG8v7MsDBVCs/s400/kortlasteng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150081303861915330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQ5tb1-MiqsP5W5DActf5-kbAI6rP1BqOG9l5U3a2GT0FFptHJN4sJCw64a3AQ894DE4Dvy-qAoMezjDLZla3aywvYomPLdAu9hqzOlXljzgp3a7vPqCtA7JINUxuXzl5H9OMuN4jMx8/s1600-h/kortdivnorsk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQ5tb1-MiqsP5W5DActf5-kbAI6rP1BqOG9l5U3a2GT0FFptHJN4sJCw64a3AQ894DE4Dvy-qAoMezjDLZla3aywvYomPLdAu9hqzOlXljzgp3a7vPqCtA7JINUxuXzl5H9OMuN4jMx8/s400/kortdivnorsk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150080779875905186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ZSYOyP086p7HDtMdEYKlLAwlis5XRU3ZBGegKzOlF_wkFfRhHxKJUwoKnuO1wp7MH8YKcsMzPSYwODmNzKatcY8OxxMmb7oTVj3x64VqxL9noVoExX1ycqklV20-ZuJ28VgXvBybsTE/s1600-h/kortstrandeng.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ZSYOyP086p7HDtMdEYKlLAwlis5XRU3ZBGegKzOlF_wkFfRhHxKJUwoKnuO1wp7MH8YKcsMzPSYwODmNzKatcY8OxxMmb7oTVj3x64VqxL9noVoExX1ycqklV20-ZuJ28VgXvBybsTE/s400/kortstrandeng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150079276637351554" border="0" /></a>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-47995514934529335762007-10-19T01:58:00.001-07:002007-10-19T04:59:44.091-07:00people in places (Beijing)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNk6E0fuyxOldEBtvunqBSzNq_oWhlQZHEhiY-GD-8NL69RT9_G6t-MTXDIslmChypFPRcgdLro1lTt25PNRRWaEmVx-IW6hv3uEMr8OxdsgkVwH_dn2p2Y6E8pU8lcbzoVcFdGSH5T-Y/s1600-h/DSCN1579.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNk6E0fuyxOldEBtvunqBSzNq_oWhlQZHEhiY-GD-8NL69RT9_G6t-MTXDIslmChypFPRcgdLro1lTt25PNRRWaEmVx-IW6hv3uEMr8OxdsgkVwH_dn2p2Y6E8pU8lcbzoVcFdGSH5T-Y/s400/DSCN1579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122972089563612290" border="0" /></a><br />Chilling outside the 17th congress of the Communist party of China.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPd02bS_n8vg1TfqBPc18lCGnrESoZVmKDFIU1mSwbO9ORUCtoT0nk_M_0-MAAz9EyikkoUOo-rTHLhMAsGABnDGHvGp1D9wqJxfhH9SCVuBPcVzji82PsDetY-4pL_FrwrMTIRDn8-_A/s1600-h/DSCN0856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPd02bS_n8vg1TfqBPc18lCGnrESoZVmKDFIU1mSwbO9ORUCtoT0nk_M_0-MAAz9EyikkoUOo-rTHLhMAsGABnDGHvGp1D9wqJxfhH9SCVuBPcVzji82PsDetY-4pL_FrwrMTIRDn8-_A/s400/DSCN0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122972102448514210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dancing.pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-57579183871545980142007-10-05T23:06:00.000-07:002007-10-19T01:56:42.552-07:00Smack, bang in the middle of the world. Short update.China, man it`s big and complicated.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxOLd8rJZ1tpB6vnhd-TdnrNFQlY1YUjXY7DKJX2asaThPmwEpmAlQqatnf62uj5MV6F6ZTxxhJ4bdFJ3ZCm5WX1eRuS-KLSF_cSIGkjigsm-RfoE4ZTJvIYicS2-0H3nxtDosCQyxQ8/s1600-h/DSCN1429.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxOLd8rJZ1tpB6vnhd-TdnrNFQlY1YUjXY7DKJX2asaThPmwEpmAlQqatnf62uj5MV6F6ZTxxhJ4bdFJ3ZCm5WX1eRuS-KLSF_cSIGkjigsm-RfoE4ZTJvIYicS2-0H3nxtDosCQyxQ8/s400/DSCN1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122966476041356338" border="0" /></a>After a couple of weeks in Kashgar in the far west of the country, Torkild, Maria and i are now in Beijing. We`re staying at Jonas`and Julias`place, friends of Torkild from Oslo. Beijing seems refreshingly familiar. Yesterday night we went to a punkrock gig for a good pogo, beer and whiskey. The bands were good, too. Now we`re going out for sushi. Ah, decadence!<br /><br />Meanwhile the city is preparing for the olympics next year, the Uigurs in Kashgar are celebrating Idd, the Communist party is about to embark on their 17th party congress and thousands and thousands of people are busy trying to censor the internet traffic.<br /><br /><br />China looks, from an outsiders` perspective, to be one of the most commercial and capitalist places on earth. In one way it seems like they are attempting to mix the worst out of both worlds; centralized socialism gone horribly wrong, and wreckless ultra capitalism, into a political mish-mash from hell. At the same time you have a city like Bijing, a thriving city, culturally, economically- seemingly well-functioning in most ways, right in the centre of the Land of the Middle. A happening place. A city with a thriving music scene and "a booming art economy" (according to the free English magazine "Time Out").<br /><br />Well, between all the exibitions, conserts and good street food, we´re heading for Tiananmen Square today to witness the beginning of the 17th party congress of the Communist Party of China. It`s expected that the president Hu Jintao will keep his mandate for five more years, as will the prime minister Wen Jiabao. Well, we`ll see. I am quite sure we`ll see a different and more disturbing side of Beijing.<br /><br />More updates comming shortly.<br />Ingrid<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkp7vK8sGdxc32N4tXG2onH_2-QHYN1FHmufS-Y39vfW53ju_LyywqjM3rdG_sPdfa0e2PM8j3CwJyRsG6CnUNR6CAMaC195oXjMyPubsZG01Gs_JFbcSSd8MDZUGySBnMpZ-igTXDLE/s1600-h/DSCN1481.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkp7vK8sGdxc32N4tXG2onH_2-QHYN1FHmufS-Y39vfW53ju_LyywqjM3rdG_sPdfa0e2PM8j3CwJyRsG6CnUNR6CAMaC195oXjMyPubsZG01Gs_JFbcSSd8MDZUGySBnMpZ-igTXDLE/s400/DSCN1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122967919150367810" border="0" /></a>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-37477297842606014352007-09-23T22:46:00.000-07:002007-09-23T23:13:40.836-07:00Fresh Mounain AirSorry for not posting for a while, things have not been great physically latelly, so i haven't had the energy to go on the net.<br /><br />We are now in Naryn, Kirgyzstan, not too far from the Chinese border, and high into the Kyrgyz mountains. Because of the ongoing conflict between myself and my body, I haven't been able to go hiking or anything like that. The others have though, and I've seen all the pictures :-) Oh well. Yesterday we managed to almost finnish building the kitchen in the bus, so I'm quite happy with that. We have been staying outside a hostel here for a couple of days, and have met some tourists for the first time yet. Mostly middle aged men going on expeditions to the peaks close by, (or at least the base camps below the peaks). On their way there, going very quickly through the less "extreme" areas in sponsored jeeps covered in multi colored comercials. In our case, I have now figured out what it is we are doing. Upon reaching the top of Maslows pyramid (self realisation), the only way forward seemed to be down, so we jumped right back down to level one, to and three, now consentrating mostly on food, various bodily fluids, safety and so on. The latest developement healthwise is that noone is seriously ill, everyone has a cold because of the cold nights, and at least one or two people struggle with their digestion at any given time. In other words, not worse than coud be expected, but terribly annoing after a while.<br /><br />The bus is at a garage at the moment, hopefully getting one of its reserve tires fixed after a flat tire insident the other day. In a couple of hours we'll be on our way towards Kashgar and China. Tomorrow is the big border crossing day. Hopefully our guide will meet us on the border and have all the papers and permits and taxes in order. Keep fingers crossed.<br /><br />Central Asia has been great, I'm definatelly comming back at some point and spending more time here. My Russian vocabulary now consists of approx. 30 words and phrases, and it would be a shame not to improve it sometime. If the situation in Pakistan detiriourates, we might be back allready in a month or two, but I really hope we don't have to turn back, as the weather is getting really cold.<br /><br />More pictures comming up shortly. And more posts. Promise.<br /><br />Hugs and kisses for all,<br /><br />Ingridpinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-71898456162591029122007-09-06T01:25:00.000-07:002007-09-06T01:36:15.099-07:00Astana- short updateWe are currently in Astana, Kazakhstan, peicing ourselves together after a rough ride across the Kazakh steppes. We were involved in a serious traffic accident where a man got badly injured, but luckily survived. In addition, almost everyone has been ill in one way or another, rashes, colds, stomack problems and fever. But things are looking up, a couple of days in the same spot has done us good. I hope for more time to do other things than take care of primary needs like health, hygene and sleep, as we slow down our travel speed slightly on our way to Almaty.<br /><br />A million thanks to everyone who has sent me mail or comments on the blogs. It means the world to me, allthough I haven't been able to send replies to most of you.pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-60940251177203697822007-08-30T03:58:00.000-07:002007-08-30T04:01:07.023-07:00Mother Volga- Ural.On our way across the Ural mountains, we discovered that this famous mountain range, isn´t actually a mountain range. It is rather what we call "hei" in norwegian, a big hill up, and then another one to get you down on the other side. However, there are other positive aspects to be considered. The area appears to be a Russian haven for fishing, swimming, hiking, birdwatching and you name it; anything to do with nature and recreation. There are loads of stalls selling air matresses and different water toys and inflatable animals along the road. As everywhere we`ve been in Russia, everyone seems to be selling exactly the same products within one area. So far we have passed "Onion and pumpkin land", "Blueberry and mushroom country", "Realm of smoked fresh water fish", "Appletown", "Honey district", "Stuffed animal road", and now; this "Ural republic of inflatable animals".<br /><br />Another trademark of Russian commerce is that everything is open 24-7, even including such things as a huge fishmarket in the middle of the forest, located within the before mentioned "Realm of smoked fresh water fish". The fishmarked was part of the "nr. 1 truck stop ever", where we spent a very interesting night. All the fish was studied closely while drinking vodka and beer, and included bass and sturgeon, and loads of other variaties that we couldn`t translate the names of. We especially bonded with one of the tradesmen, Rain, who knew a small amount of German because he had been stationed in Germany as a young man. He also told us about his son Albert, who lived in Magdenburg, whom he hadn`t seen for 15 years, but was very proud of. We shared some beers with Rain, while talking about the military, his son, exchanging hats, and ended up armwresteling before we went to bed. He won, of course, beeing a lumberjack and a champion swimmer.<br /><br />After the Ural mountains, we arrived at a remote lake where we made hot cheese sandwiches and salad for supper. This turned out to be the last time we used out paraphine oil cooking equipment, as the next morning, it was gone. We had placed it under the bus, naively assuming that we had parked in a remote area where noone would pass by. Unfortunately, we were wrong. After discovering that our kitchen was gone, we went for a comforting swim in the lake nearby. Afterwards, the people living in the house closest to where we parked the bus, came down and invited us for a cup of tea, feeling sorry for us loosing our kitchen. After cleaning up the bus, we went over to their house, and attempted to hold a conversation while the one guy, Slavo, prepared a salad for us to eat. Meanwhile, the other guy, Anatolja; another offiser in the Russian army, told us the story of his sevice in Afghanistan from 1980 to -82, where he had been shot. His war injury kept him from drinking the vodka that we were later offered, or rather given as an "entre" before the tea. According to our two new friends, tea was out of the question before we had downed three rounds of vodka. In Russia it`s rude to sip your vodka, you must wait until everyone is ready, then make a toast, and finally down the whole glas. As a result, we ended up quite cheerful from all the breakfast-vodka, exchanged gifts and photographs, before we left for Chelyabinsk, having temporarily forgotten about our stolen kitchen.<br /><br />The day after tomorrow, we`ll be in Kazachstan.<br /><br />From Russia with Love,<br />Ingridpinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-39654244712108945652007-08-27T07:02:00.000-07:002007-08-27T07:15:09.891-07:00Russia, from a window perspectiveWe have two weeks to cross Russia, and it`s totally ridiculous. Way too little time! We have been driving almost every day so far, but today we have some time off in the capital of Tatarstan, Kazan (by the Volga river). Torkild and I have been trying to find traces of Lenin at the university, attempting to make a short radio report about it. Lenin was a student at the university here until he was expelled for "revolutionary tendencies". It was quite hard to find people who spoke English, or knew anything about the history of the place, but we managed to get a few quotes that will work. And we got to see lots of Lenin statues, and talk to loads of nice Tatars.<br /><br />Friday between 4 and 5 pm, there will be short reports about our trip on P2 (Norwegian radio)<br /><br />Kazan feels a bit like Asia, and reminds me of Istanbul in the way Christian and Muslim traditions mix here. The skyline features both numerous mosques as well as orthodox churches.<br /><br />Tonight we continue and hope to reach Ufa tomorrow, before passing the Urals and Chelyabinsk on our way to the Kazan border.<br /><br />From Russia with Love,<br />Ingridpinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-79359365964403675052007-08-27T06:55:00.001-07:002007-08-27T06:57:06.923-07:00Russian Windows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlv4hiFInoudW338AqJ7dpbpwNxxAIev2W98ptZSgO-n0oFypY-zh2T0q_kMGHoDnAwr2kiDyW7qzdF-VT172rfxq0_vZtCSwgcPe_teMyyhXvJCNumfDqNS_ULCbnyGMp8km8Tc55Gw/s1600-h/vindutichvin4blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlv4hiFInoudW338AqJ7dpbpwNxxAIev2W98ptZSgO-n0oFypY-zh2T0q_kMGHoDnAwr2kiDyW7qzdF-VT172rfxq0_vZtCSwgcPe_teMyyhXvJCNumfDqNS_ULCbnyGMp8km8Tc55Gw/s400/vindutichvin4blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378912152403586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWF9hRiIuwE9IkgU4XpwK8_yktKNYouFvU6u8cu2w8WJ5MQfMvKobcsQBK1wjQS02fdphv7WdOOUfP_6VAYkBt44ymE22u4KotZrO67bjvB-th3Ozg2mnPx9cPEn7Ab6me6MOvqDAKAg/s1600-h/vindutichvin3blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWF9hRiIuwE9IkgU4XpwK8_yktKNYouFvU6u8cu2w8WJ5MQfMvKobcsQBK1wjQS02fdphv7WdOOUfP_6VAYkBt44ymE22u4KotZrO67bjvB-th3Ozg2mnPx9cPEn7Ab6me6MOvqDAKAg/s400/vindutichvin3blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378916447370898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUdu04IKNX-7MRmTSClDLFPqb3IUniaI7ysEEEJqrT8QNbV5RBIlkIvIageV8J5-UdH5T4vRTZQbgXyTnm8Ud2U28SGBybzAmRhQagOBme7maSP_AXXyH38507e63DM1EjRvC1TtEK4oA/s1600-h/vinduyaroslavlblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUdu04IKNX-7MRmTSClDLFPqb3IUniaI7ysEEEJqrT8QNbV5RBIlkIvIageV8J5-UdH5T4vRTZQbgXyTnm8Ud2U28SGBybzAmRhQagOBme7maSP_AXXyH38507e63DM1EjRvC1TtEK4oA/s400/vinduyaroslavlblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378916447370914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiqCL1p1Wcq8bfodX93CMUv-Mwa-L2I2rpIHo5w-H0Iao3tBq9sfDFoWosecGjMuRSqnB4UQIrMDoA11HIQ1VljmXpsOdRVU2CTVktWmXv50IG0ZRczOsiPKed11vNulPGshnm5qsq4s/s1600-h/vinduyaroslavlblog2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiqCL1p1Wcq8bfodX93CMUv-Mwa-L2I2rpIHo5w-H0Iao3tBq9sfDFoWosecGjMuRSqnB4UQIrMDoA11HIQ1VljmXpsOdRVU2CTVktWmXv50IG0ZRczOsiPKed11vNulPGshnm5qsq4s/s400/vinduyaroslavlblog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378920742338226" border="0" /></a>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-21022967583869133172007-08-27T06:52:00.000-07:002007-08-27T07:17:35.530-07:00Heisekraner i Yaroslavl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSM8jw9l4vBj5ZwAK5BLxHFVUCghWmgsbPuvuzI4yt5BBiicTQwobjfTobANm592g1D430pLRTjxZJV20-A19v9C19-C5qCJF7d-u_zhP2qD84sqKjKnDOpqzoUkbICBkmjxpTDmgtexw/s1600-h/til+stina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSM8jw9l4vBj5ZwAK5BLxHFVUCghWmgsbPuvuzI4yt5BBiicTQwobjfTobANm592g1D430pLRTjxZJV20-A19v9C19-C5qCJF7d-u_zhP2qD84sqKjKnDOpqzoUkbICBkmjxpTDmgtexw/s400/til+stina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378074633780850" border="0" /></a>Ved en kjempestor insjø ved Yaroslavl. Til Stina!pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-2259721522527819692007-08-27T06:51:00.000-07:002007-08-27T06:52:39.396-07:00Til Mormor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-lXzG_T3jDtXlYlPhphN8Vf8AkJYEofN7wKRWFW9tkbQ02bsVfCjGlAXMhbHWA2-oht11MWTmE_CaU2xUfNaWmoi8ytae_2eNG1qKzQYWwVnH5I3LgJY_lnMpIeIMiZOEEdjRC7gh5A/s1600-h/tilmormor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-lXzG_T3jDtXlYlPhphN8Vf8AkJYEofN7wKRWFW9tkbQ02bsVfCjGlAXMhbHWA2-oht11MWTmE_CaU2xUfNaWmoi8ytae_2eNG1qKzQYWwVnH5I3LgJY_lnMpIeIMiZOEEdjRC7gh5A/s400/tilmormor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103377851295481442" border="0" /></a>pinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-52262859804932096252007-08-21T08:27:00.000-07:002007-08-21T08:32:03.384-07:00Short update-PetrozavodskSo much happens so quickly, and internet access is scarse, so I'm finding it hard to keep the blog up to date. In short: We nearly didn't get in, but when we finally did, Mother Russia decided to show herself from her best side. Apart from the roads, everything is good, the people, the bus, the food, the kids, the vodka. The rumour that Russians are a bit cold is not true!<br /><br />More updates as soon as possible.<br /><br />Ingridpinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-6216086708266569762007-08-15T23:39:00.000-07:002007-08-15T23:50:53.990-07:00Morning in HammerfestOr more correctly on the outskirts of Hammerfest. I didn`t get to see the town itself this time around. Leaving for Kirkenes after breakfast, and heading for Murmansk tomorrow morning. Am coughing a lot, but think i`m about to get better.<br /><br />It´s cloudy out, but about to clear up. Looking forward to watching the Finnmark landscapes through the window. Man, this land is beautiful. I will definately try to follow up on my little tradition of going far north at least once a year.<br /><br />Am realizing now that it`s a bit of a bummer that I couldn`t afford a nice digital camera before I left, it would have been very practical for blogging purposes. I might try drawing some stuff and scanning it instead.<br /><br />Now, on to Russia!<br /><br />Ingridpinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-17673910263425066452007-08-14T02:25:00.001-07:002007-08-15T15:34:21.901-07:00Olderdalen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJh3NQOaTitKbnR7XjzPwZsl3C3ilVwEsSMXxtEMqGXPvpl1xENok4dO6WW9QMBZke-di7x0El4sdOVP6YItxO7P1amFoPJghDPyOgT0DCrpmfbx565zr4v4X7RiFMa5mpxen9rBYmJMU/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJh3NQOaTitKbnR7XjzPwZsl3C3ilVwEsSMXxtEMqGXPvpl1xENok4dO6WW9QMBZke-di7x0El4sdOVP6YItxO7P1amFoPJghDPyOgT0DCrpmfbx565zr4v4X7RiFMa5mpxen9rBYmJMU/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099058329945892642" border="0" /></a>We are now in Olderdalen in Nord Troms in Northern Norway, after traveling through Norway from Telemark to Oslo, Trondheim, Lofoten, Tromsø and Karlsøya. At Karlsøya we held a pirateradio workshop for the kids at the <a href="http://www.karlsoyfestival.com/">Karlsøy festival.</a> Ibrahim, a kid who`s joined the workshop for the last couple of years, had now become a professional and was king in the studio. Our programs entiteled "Lufta er fri for alle" (the air is free for all) were a great success!<br /><br /><br />Have to leave for Hammerfest now.<br /><br />The image is taken by Cecilie B. Hansen. Left to right: Martin, Andreas, me, Ellinor, Thorkild, Fredrik.<br /><br />Ingridpinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392192178640122762.post-78143258829287581612007-08-14T02:19:00.000-07:002007-08-14T02:24:59.608-07:00On the RoadThis blog is a temporary site for posting updates about what is going on on our travels. A good, old fashioned travelblog. The other blog (inthegrid.blogspot.com) will be used for posting documentation from art related projects etc. time will tell which of the blogs will grow largerst, so far there hasn`t been much time for artmaking, allthough i am not quite sure what to call our activities latelly.<br /><br />Ingridpinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061534574486883244noreply@blogger.com0