According to the ancient Mayan calendar, January 21st, 2019, is the day that a reasonably young man in Bergen, Norway, were to goof around in his garden with a cup of coffee, a really long lens and a thermal skirt borrowed from his girlfriend. The Mayans sure hit pretty close with that prophecy!
(Photo from my backyard, 6:40 this morning. I had this sneaking feeling that I hadn’t posted anything to this blog for a few months, and just realized «a few months» actually meant 16 months…)
It’s one of those places where you arrive after dark, spend the night and leave before first light, on your way to somewhere else, having seen naught but the immediate vicinity of your hotel. Sans daylight, you have no clue what kind of place you’re visiting. It could be a dump. It could be something boring in-between.