Hvad laver du?

So, the journey continued with the "danish-boat" (which is a perfect translation btw). Or the ferry from Kristiansand to Hirtshals. We (me and myfather, my new co-pilot) got up at 7 in the morning, drove on board, had a good breakfast and made ourselves comfortable for a three hour trip. It felt quite good. Leaving the snow and all. So.. a bit wavy... nothing to worry about... A little bit more wavy.. And then a little bit more. Four people in my close circulating area of space, one might say.. puking. The staff trying to prevent the interior from falling apart. Semi-successful. Nothing to do but get a glass of water, stare out the window, concentrate on not to be one of those who turn their insides - out. Great success! No puke today (To the man who had just ordered breakfast, only to be in the center of puke fest vol. 12.. I sympathize with you)!

So, safe and sound on the island of Denmark, this is not what we had hoped for. Snow. Thank God the godforsaken island is a flat one, and pretty straight forward. Three hours to cross the country, I think.

Windmills. Wow. Who would know?

So this is pretty much where the fun started. From Flensburg, Germany and all the way south. We were supposed to be in Frankfurt at 8 in the evening. But King Winter, had some plans on his own. 20 km/h for at least two hours, and up to 80 km/h (at the most) for two hours more, kind of leads to a degree of delay. We arrived in Frankfurt (or almost) at 2 a.m. Six hours later than planned. O joy. Queue and autobahn is the best! More later.

Madre mia

So the story starts 243km previous to the picture at the top, driving from Tromsø to Narvik. Due to the onset of pictures, let's call this part one.

As I was currently driving, I had to ask my mother to do a straight-outta-Narvik-drive-by-shooting with the camera, and the result is the picture at the top. The intended result of course, is the picture below. No hating. Unfortunately, the destination is not to be found on the signpost, but let's just write it down here: Destination: Granada, Distance: a shitload of km.

So, part two: about 1000 km later, I picked up my new co-pilot. Esben.

Part three: It turned out my windscreen washer malfunctioned. It froze. Not difficult to comprehend when it turns out that this was to be the coldest winter since God knows when. Anyway, despite the -26.5 degrees celcius, we kicked the cold-weather's ass, and heated up the windscreen washing fluid with some construction-heater-thing. Yeah, that's what it's called! Construction-heater-thing.

Part four: Lookylooky at the nice birdie!

Part five: The last destination in Norway before heading off to the land of Europe! More on that later!

Roll on up!

What's for dinner?

Fuck you and fuck you swineflu. And fuck you Mr. Media. Especially you. In fact, you are the reason why I choose to use energy on this. I am so SICK of people scared to death due to your "accurate" presentation of what's going on in the world. This and the fact that people uncritically believe everything you say makes me wanna slap you (and them) in the face with a Fu#¤in cod. It's kind of funny actually. People believe that egg and bacon are the most dangeruos thing, with no focus whatsoever on the seasoning. Bird this, swine that, and no one gives a crap about the seasonal flu. Estimated rate of deaths by swineflu in infected non-risk groups (norwegians) are 0.001% according to the norwegian Minister of Health, and just to compare with the seasonal flu, between 1000 and 1500 dies from it every winter...

Of course, Mr. Media, you haven't been all that bad. You've probably done some good for a different subject you've used some energy on, namely the financial crisis. People buying gauze masks, anti bac and newspapers to read all about it. And my guess is.. In a few years, the aftermath is one hell of a market for people working with hypochondria, anxiety and stress-related disorders in general.

Let's hope I'm right!


Daniel

Black or white

This week Maradona (El Jugador) was in the media after securing Argentina a ticket to the world cup. As you may have heard he didn't go easy on the heathens who didn't have faith in him. A part from he telling people to go suck this and that, and pointing to objects, allegedly being up various asses, he said something I would like to quote here. "Soy blanco o negro, gris no voy a ser en mi vida."

Well put! Anyway.. here are some more pictures from the past, hope you'll have a nice weekend...
And may Arsenal win.
And may it be peace on earth.
Yeah.

Dani

Cuadros de pasado, or like they say in US and A,
pictures from the past.







Dani

Mjølner

I want to adress this post to my friend Thor - The God of Thunder.. At first, I was quite pissed off at you, given the fact that you blessed me with rain, wind, thunder and lightning. Especially when the area is said to have over 300 days of sun - annually. My anger of course faded, because what was ahead of me was hour after hour with the most amazing phenomenon I have ever witnessed. Living in an arctic area, I don't get to experience a whole lot of thunderstorms so for me, this was by far some of what I'll remember most from this vacation. The pictures I managed to capture does however, not in any way, justify the fantastic experience of actually being there and seeing it with my own eyes. They are mere representations of something bigger, much bigger.

Over and out, Dani "the Stormchaser"