Roadtrip

I and some friends went on a roadtrip yesterday at Stadlandet, Norway.

Of course, all the roads around here is of great quality...

Yeah... maybe not. Notice the bullet holes in the sign.

Hoddevik. This place has more surfers than locals pretty much any time of year it seems.

Next stop was Ervik. Here we went for a long walk.

We even found an underground tunnel! At first we thought it might be a mine of sorts, but it is probably from the Second World War. 

We decided to have a look inside. We walked all the way to the light in the other end.

It took a while as I have a problem with dark, enclosed spaces, and was too busy freaking out to remember to walk.

The view on the other side was nice and so was my little personal victory, but I still climbed the fence on the other side, keen to see if it was possible to climb back over the top. It was, but this idea didn’t hit home with Janne, and I figured I had to follow her back through the tunnel. It wouldn’t be very nice to make her go back on her own.

On our way back down, we ran into some locals.

One of them was a bit of an outsider with the others goats and therefore took interest in us.

We also went to Vestkapp. The road was supposed to still be closed for the winter, but  someone had removed the stuff that was blocking the road. Very nice, 360 degree view for miles :D

P-tex burns

A while ago I learned something new. Getting melted p-tex on your skin is not a good idea... surprise, surprise. I was fixing my snowboard and I managed to get a drop of the burning stuff on my hand. It burned a little bit, and I figured that since it looks like melt glue sticks the effect was probably similar. No big deal. So I got on with dripping it on my board. When I was finished, I decided I should probably try to get it off my skin. Upon closer inspection, this was not like melt glue at all.

P-tex is dangerous stuff I tell you! Before I ripped the shit off, I was already contemplating the outcome. Would I survive? The strange substance was merged to my skin so tight it looked like it was planning to hang around for awhile. Ripping it off might be a bad idea. Should I just let it stay there? I thought about it for a second, but what did I really know about it’s intentions? Why had it stuck to my skin? Was it just planning to slowly drain my energy till I faded away or would it perhaps turn me into some cool kid and have me say mean stuff to people?! Things don’t just happen to merge with your skin for no good reason! At this point I was so overtaken by fear that I simply could not stand to look at it for another second. I could feel it looking at me. Oh my God! Maybe this is what it wants. It wants me to look at it so it can hypnotise me. I was shaking. I curled up in a tight ball and placed the “thing” as far away from me as possible... which is as far away as you can possible place yourself from yourself. Left arm outstretched, I can feel it burning, digging in. I’m gonna die, gonna die, gonna die... wait... what is that? I looked up, sure to find that some alien form had immerged from my finger and is about to take me away. But I see nothing. Not even an android. Unless my phone counts. Down on the ground I finally spot a pair of yellow eyes looking at me. The eyes of the devil are sparkling with evil and bloodlust. The thing jumps at me, eager to inspect the little white dot on my finger .The Golden Cat doesn’t degrade herself to talking, but she doesn’t need to. Her expression says it all: “What a pathetic little girl! What have you done to yourself now?”. I’m sure that cat is possessed by a demon, so I find her interest in this matter very disturbing. This settles it! I pull my arm away from the little predator and quickly tear the parasite from my finger. The thing didn’t give up without a fight, but I was determined. The thing came off, but not without taking a good chunk of my hand with it. I am now sure I will be crippled for the rest of my life. I’m close to tears as I stare at the empty space where I’ve lost at least like a square cm of the outer layer of skin... what will I do without it? I’m trembling uncontrollably, regretting my rash actions. But there is no time for my sorrow at this point. I look up again, realizing I’ve just exposed my bloody insides in the presence of a set of sharp teeth. The Golden cat is watching me still, pupils dilated. She’s getting ready to jump again, but I beat her to it. I jump from my chair and sprint trough the cold spring evening, hoping to make it to the front door in time. As I slip through the door, realizing I’ve won, I look back. The Golden Cat is sitting very still in that same spot, still watching me. She’ll get me later, I’m sure.

“Why problem make, when you no problem have?”

There will be no more fixing my board. It was damaged in the car accident a few weeks ago and now I’ve finally gotten the insurance payout, so I’m on the lookout for a new one :)

The dead drive SUVs

I figured I'd try to write some fiction. Shortest story I ever wrote. So, here it goes:

I’m walking in the dark. I’ve made a habit of it, since I decided it was time to tackle my fear of the dark, my fear of the unseen. The sound of church bells is mixed in with the wind. It’s late… strange time for church bells… maybe I imagined them. The air is thick, white, foggy. It feels like the sort of night anything can happen. Like the wind tunnel between life and death has been reversed and creatures and creations of different sorts and dispositions might cross paths with the living. The air is thick and heavy and alive. Like static energy just waiting to be triggered. Like a million unclaimed thoughts waiting for someone to inhabit. To change, even overtake. I found a though like that one day, it’s still with me, showing me things I didn’t see before. I like it, but one is enough, so I pull my hood over my ears, shut my mouth and keep my eyes wide open. Keeping an eye out, but also keeping the wind out. In front of me, I can see the church now. It glows frantically in the dark under it’s floodlights. I cringe at the sight, but I know that in the light of day you can see the woodwork rotting away. My mind has long since rejected the idea of organized religion anyway. Now I just follow my own nose. The light inside the church is on and from the gates I can see that the big key is still in the lock. My instinct is to step up, lock the door, pocket the key and walk away. But I don’t, I stay outside today. I suddenly spot a figure in the dark. Our eyes meet. His face is still and straight like the face of a statue. But his eyes are alive and almost glowing. The eyes of a predator I think to myself. I don’t avert my gaze, but I angle my face away and narrow my eyes. I know the deal and he’s got no business with me so I step away from the gates and continue on my walk along the road parallel to the churchyard wall. When I reach the parking lot, I’m met by the empty gazes of cars. It’s full. Strange. I stand there for a moment, wondering whose cars these are. I hear something behind me, sounds like the wind. I turn around and almost jump at the sight of a white bus emerging from the fog, heading my way. I just stand there and look at it approaching. It’s empty except from the driver. He smiles and waves as the bus pass me, but I don’t recognize him. Strange. As he pulls into the parking lot, I quickly walk away. A strange night indeed.

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I've tried to get some opinions on this story. Here's what I've gotten:

Some even suggested that I might need professional help….

I’ve got one fan though ;)

Lotte is awesome! Always so supportive :P 

Writer's block

Winter is back! :D

No snowtires on my parents' car (above), so I had to borrow my brother's crappy old car. I asked him why it was shaking so bad and he told me it was because one of the front tires is filled with foam... I and a friend had a real good laught at the cars expence, all the while being a little bit worried we would fall through the floor. Here it is, with me behind the wheel and a blizzard outside:

Longest drive of my life, or at least it felt like it. 

I could hardly see where the road was going and the car doesn’t even have anti-lock breaks (ABS) :S