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Category Archives: Journey to Nowhere
Umea’s desolate ferry terminal
The strong contrast, scenic-wise, between both sides of the Swedish border has rendered me useless for taking photographs: after two weeks in Norway, where the landscapes jump themselves into the camera and you don’t even need to think for getting … Continue reading
Islamic Lapland
Surely good willed yet somewhat thoughtlessly, Arctic Alaska’s employee recommends me to take an alternative route to Umea, very pretty, via Vihelmina, since there are construction works along the Bla Vagen. According to my maps, though, that’s a dirt road; … Continue reading
Bla Vagen, Sami territory
Sweden has the misfortune of sharing one thousand miles of border with one of the most stunning countries on the globe: Norway, and so it always loses when compared. In that battle, the Swedish are so beforehand defeated that they … Continue reading
The maelstrom (and a church called Neverness)
The maelstrom! Could a more dreadful situation have sounded in our ears! We were then upon the dangerous coast of Norway [where], at the tide, the pent-up waters between the islands of Ferroe and Loffoden rush with irresistible violence, forming … Continue reading
Miseries of a traveller
I’m still in this fable-like valley I entered yesterday through a hidden tunnel in the corner of a fiord: the campsite, the Laksagaosen ecological reserve, the Nordfjordelva river of clean turquoise blue waters coming down from the glaciers… At the … Continue reading
Through the looking-glass
Along this journey to nowhere an idea has slowly been emerging from the depths of my subsonscious –where it lived as an embryo– to the surface of my awareness, rounding up there during the past few days and thus achieving … Continue reading
Lofoten: once in a lifetime
No other time in Norway have distances deluded me more than today. On the map, getting to the west end of Lofoten from my idyllic house by the Myrlandsfjorden seemed like a reasonable morning ride; but when I was about … Continue reading
Hunt of the Trollfjord
Right south of Andenes (on Andoya’s north end), the jagged crests of the Bleik mountains sticking their sharp, uneven fangs into the dark belly of the clouds on a cold grey rainy morning make for one of the most chilling … Continue reading