Tag: fog

I’ve been in Trondheim for three or four days now (it’s hard to tell, for reasons that will soon become apparent!) It’s very easy-going here — as much as it’s possible to be in Norway. I get the feeling that there’s some underlying tension. Perhaps it comes from having such a barren country, where only a tiny portion of the land is cultivatable. Maybe it’s true that money can’t buy you happiness. Or maybe it’s just the ever-fuggy weather —…

… but unfortunately, the photos here were taken yesterday and the day before, when the sun was not out. Actually, the sun isn’t even out right now, but there are patches of blue sky and trees are actually throwing shadows, so there must be some light somewhere up there; there is HOPE. Anyway, yesterday we spent the day recuperating after The World’s Most Expensive Drunken Experience. You see, when even the most basic oil platform worker earns  £60,000 ($90,000) per…

So, I’ve been here for about 36 hours, and two main things have made themselves known: a) It’s incredibly expensive here. Like, twice as expensive as London. Almost £10 ($15) for a dessert. Beer and some nuts at the concert hall cost £10. Basically, everyone here is fairly rich, and there’s a vast amount of money in the economy, so it’s all inflated — to them, it’s not very expensive. To tourists like me… I feel like a frickin’ poverty-stricken…

There’s a nasty problem that afflicts most artists. Some would say it isn’t a problem, some would say it’s merely ‘perfectionism’ or something, but the fact remains: artists tend to be very critical of their own work. I don’t necessarily mean that they HATE everything they produce, though some surely do. I mean that the artist judges his work very heavy-handedly. A painter might hate a portrait simply because they got an ear slightly wrong. A photographer might hate a…

The gymnast: I know he looks young but he’s actually 21! They all look stupidly young here. Even the girls… I took this photo while we were stuck up a mountain waiting for fog to clear — it had been clear on the way up, but fog in the Faroe Islands has this way of very, very rapidly blanketing everything in sight. Here the visibility’s down to about 100 meters but it got down to about 5 meters a few…

Being the gracious hosts that they are, they obviously offered to take a photo of me looking like shit and wishing for a swift, painless death. I like to think I managed to look a little defiant, but really I just look knackered. Those 9 months without travel have left me really rather unfit… We’re going for an ‘easier walk’ today, apparently. I’m packing the amphetamines. Notice how I still managed to take my glasses off before the photo was…