Tuesday, August 2, 2011

July 2011

Ah well,
Another year has passed and this blog has once again popped to mind.... Facebook, Twitter and a host of other social sites have rendered pictures, and news pertaining to our lives virtually obsolete as far as blogs are concerned.
I do, however, feel the need to continue, albeit only to excercise my lacking keyboard skills and pass time while Anja slaves away in the kitchen for me.
We now have a new Ridgeback puppy! Khan was born 31/01/2011 and we collected him 9 weeks later!








Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Rosendal - July 2010


Fishing for dinner


Dinner, but we let them go... too small.



Row boat sun tan...


So fast asleep he seems almost... dead...


Mommy's boy



Eating like kings and queens while philosophying life :)



Shasa hiding from flies in the marsh



On our way up to Nordlifjedl we had some spectacular views of the ocean


Middle age spread.... But the glacier in the backround is really cool.
Folgafonna is an awesome place to go skiing in your swim shorts during summer :)



Father and son




Mother and son





Shasa looking very short and squat.



Melderskin top with Shasa and Anja in the distance....



Coming down Melderskin... Horrible downhill! Much prefer the way up...


Friday, September 18, 2009

Back again after nearly a year
























Hi there,
I have been exceptionally slack in maintaining this blog and would like to make amends...
It's 05:10 on a Saturday morning, the mutt and the wife are cuddled up and sleeping in bed, I actually need to get some sleep before a hectic day at the office involving body paint and alcohol... don't ask...
Anyway, I'll just post some pictures of our last holiday in Italy and there are no pictures of the four legged fur ball....His dog passport has only recently been sorted out so the next time we go on holiday in Europe, we will drive and he will accompany us.


Thursday, October 16, 2008

Shasa Surfs Stad









Nestled away in a beautifully valley, surrounded by high mountain ridges and lush green fields, the open sea lies before you.
Constant, swells culminate in waves that seem to beckon like natures very own tantalizing arms as they crash down on the sparkling sand that stretch for hundreds of meters in either direction until ancient rock marks the end of it's path...
This is Stad...
A magical, beautiful oasis, or more specifically, a surfer's paradise, that one would expect to find in some or other tropical land and most definately not in the rugged landscapes of Norway.
Here the water is crystal clear, fresh and unspoilt by the perpetual madness of the rest of the world.
The people are laid back, easy going, their eyes half open and glazed in contentedness while their demeanor merely suggests for you to chill out as well while they go about their daily duties...
It could be the relaxed and peaceful lifestyle, but the aroma on the breeze suggest it's probably just good, strong weed....
Shasa's first introduction to the beach was quite hilarious... He first ran around with the energy and zest he usually reserves for glaciers in the mountains, when suddenly, he spotted them!
Unusually large seals, coming out of the water and walking on what appeared to be legs!
Not only that, they seemed to be carrying gigantic cuttlefish bones on which some of them were standing while way out there in the open sea!
Needless to say, he attacked every surfer he could with loud, threatening barking and mock charges, and fortunately for both of us, they seemed too zoned out to have any fear at all...
This really took the wind out of his sails and he soon sulked off to stand beside me with the occasional growl at the creatures that suggested he was still a force to be reckoned with, even if they themselves did not.
Anyway, It's 06:00 and my creativity level is rapidly receding so I'll just post the damn pictures and get my head down...













These initial pictures will never do justice to the actual view... As you may have noticed, this was taken from the car as I was decending the many hair pin bends on the way down...













Found the most adorable little lighthouse I've ever seen... the picture is ruined by some mangy mutt that decided to pose...













.... still there...











OMG! What the hell are those seals doing! Even Guido's flip flop is forgotten!







Shasa stalking the seals into the city centre.








Under normal circumstances the collar is ugly. Here, it's like, so 70's hippie like, man....












One of many such waves that closed in on me during the stay











Shasa's board of preference








And yes, he took over the house too.






Zoltan, Hound of Dracula!





Hey, this snow really sticks to your lips and doesn't go away!










Ok, no more pictures... I wana go home!









Ok, just one more then









And I look good in this one too!







Yes, the road is mine too... Beware all ye who enter...












Feed me, Seymour....








Sorry for the corny comments to the captions... actually, no. Deal with it.

Good night/morning whatever...

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Bergsdalen September 2008

These photos have been taken pretty close to where we live in Bergen. A two hour drive and an hour hike takes you to a beautiful cabin with a tranquil lake beside. If you go during the week it is very unlikely to meet other hikers which makes it the perfect place to chill. There are several lakes and dams in the area, all of which contain delicious, fresh mountain trout which are best grilled with Aromat, pepper and butter :) Fishing for trout is another one of my new hobbies which help keep the voices away...


Yes, I know... not exactly monster fish up here...


Even Shasa got into the swing of things and attempted his own primitive methods of fishing...

Good thing we had packed food for him in our packs :)


He he he...









...And the water buffalo look-alike competition winner for 2008 is .....


Start of the walk. In the distance you see Hamlagrøvannet which is a really large lake at about 800m above sea level if I remember correctly.


If you open the picture to full size by clicking on it, you can see the cabin next to Anja where we spent three memorable evenings.

I only caught three trout in that particlar lake and all were too small to eat.


This lake yielded about 30 trout of which all but two were returned safely.

The little critter in the picture was obviously too small to eat and was returned unharmed, albeit with a sore lip, back to home.