Jeg snakker ikke Norsk

Back from my second trip to Norge. Started out in Bergen and then went up to the Arctic Circle - Tromsø, to be precise. It would take hours to write about all of the unforgettable sights that were seen, all the regal feasts that were eaten, and all the good times that were had, so I hope the pictures do most of the talking.

The midnight sun.

Sognefjord.

Beate, Ian, Guro, Eirik, and Borghild in Bergen's old town.

Great Uncle Ian Dobie.

A view from Stalheim (part of our Norway in a Nutshell trip).

With Ian at Stalheim.

A waterfall in the Sognefjord.

At the Flåm station.

Out for coffee with Borghild.

Looking over Tromsø at midnight.

First night in Tromsø. Edgar and I hiked to Rækoika at 1am.

Edgar and dog at Rækoika.

Fishing in the Kaldfjord under the midnight sun. I caught six very tasty fish.

Edgar and a friend in a traditional Norwegian cabin on the Kaldfjord.

Our boat on the Kaldfjord.

With Edgar at a modern art museum.

A sculpture of a fish drying rack.

Tromsdalen Kirke, aka The Arctic Cathedral (aka Ishavskatedralen) in Tromsø.

Edgar with Tromsø as a backdrop.

I ate whale meat for the first time, so Edgar thought a picture by a harpoon was apropos (Polarmuseet in background).

Bookworms Anonymous

I participated in my first egghead conference this weekend. Loads of interesting music nerds from around Europe assembled in Edinburgh to sit quietly and listen to research presentations for hours on end. Here we are enjoying a post-conference pint at the Royal Oak, where we listened to an unamplified, unaccompanied old man singing traditional Scottish folk songs.

A fine Glaswegian beer.

From left: Derek (Australia), Laura (Belgium), Kim (New York City), moi

From left: my good friend Panos (Greece), two very nice Greek girls, and Derek again.