Mist and noise

                                                                      

                                              step on the gas mush!

We´ve hit the road. It already came.Last 15 days, or first?We boarded for a bus. 3 hours road elapsed. A landscape´s just zooming past when you´re sitting with woman like she is.

The waiting at an airport, oh that waiting. You´re waiting, sitting and driveling the craps.The girls had arrived, the meeting with Lid(v)ia and Michelle and a beer was drank immediately. Even We had better dude...   

We caught the next traint to Bergen – the seven hours trip´s waiting us. First the lowlands around Oslo had been running behind the windows, We´re start scrambling up to the mountains with that our britzka after several hours. The highhest peak of that railway lies at 1222 m. above sea together with a village and a cracking plateau Hardangervidda spreads itself in front of us. The very stones, islets in the turquoise green lakes and the sheep. THESE art everywhere...

 

Bergen is rather small TOWN then the royal town from the old days. The narrow alleys wind towards to the centre, perhaps all. You´ll find a smashing fish market full of all these diferent sea creatures there.

   We´ve found Bryggen, very old hanseatic part of the city, not far from there. I could like it more if there is lesser of the souvenir's guys .

                       Seawater sways

                       up to that breakwatrer-                        ship in distance!

We´ve got sloshed. At the waterfront. Girls have brought a Tatra tea, a jolly good that booze.Then we´re walking around a part of town, that rhytm swallows you afterwards. We scrambled up to Fløibanen, one of the seven peaks surround the town and also view yard.

 Once upon a time this part had been separated by imaginary line from the rest, the local gentlemen ( the Hanseatic traders, mostly Germanic origin) DID NOT have to date with local girsl. Two tousand

of the traders and the sailors from Germany. 

HERE. And the WHORES acros a road...

 
         In harbour-

         peewets eat langoustes

         what throw them!

Oslo train station, seven at morning and we, still sleepy eyes from the train (we´ve kiped all the way from Bergen) have shaken out to the full station, said goodbye to Livia and walked on.Towards to Ankers hostel. The path is sooo long especially when you have ton of bullshits on back, we dived into park and brought that BOTTLE into the end, although I was calling to the hostel if can we reach immediately in the morning. Ultimately we hauled ourselves around two o´clock.

 Oslo is a fine city. All these big streets full of life, flood of people what flows to and fro like blood in the veins what sweeps you with it even if you want or not. You´re stopping occasionally, sitting down and just thinking about the stories.Well that cutie there at the corner, nice tities girl!Or this Pole there “KURWA”(something like whore).

Well, trip with a boat to the Fjords has been fantastic. Reeeest. Water murmurs and you´re perceiving IT. Ah, we´ve had some girl there, from Italy or what, and they´re singing, something like a mixed choar. Folks bitch about all the time. “ Shut up, you better go do drugs”...

   Sand just fingers

       very lightly wraps -

smell of flood!

                     

We´ve also ran around a few galleries, the paintings what are really divine. Munch and his “scream” in two versions , some of Picasso and Gaugin. A bit of Monet and Manet. Some sculptures of Gustav Vigeland and Vigeland´s park. That is also full of his sculptures, the statues of men as well as women frozen within motion. 

One MOMENT is AEON, AEON is included in each MOMENT...

We´d strolled few days like this and ultimately we´re finished at the airport. 

P.s. thank You for some of these photographies, Slavka.

P.s.s. thanx you all my models :-)