After 15 years of giving inspirational travel talks in "folk high schools", I am now doing a hard core tour by bicycle. Let me explain that a "folkehøgskole" is a one year boarding school with students averaging 19 years of age, with less focus on grades and more on personal development and activities. The concept works well and is pretty unique to Norway. We have such schools all over the country. So. I am now going from school to school by bike, and the map show my route. The yellow "theatre emos" are this year, the purple ones are to be visited next year (without bike).Blue is biking, black is bus, boat or train.
Being in Jæren as I write this, 12 schools have had my visit, meaning I've biked about 2000 kilometres. It has been truly interesting, both getting to know the backroads of southern Norway, and to develop my presentation, meeting lots of students every week! Be sure to follow pauls_planet on Instagram and Pauls Planet on Facebook, in addition to popping by here.
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31 October, 2015
07 May, 2015
The toughest man.
Imagine you live on one of the most remote spots in Europe. You tend your sheep farm, as your parents before you. Then, one slippery winter day you slide off the steep road leading away from the wind blown bay where you manage to make a living.
You are paralysed waist down, after a miraculous survival. Your insurance company refuse to pay up. Everybody expect you to succumb, move to town, get the social services and benefits where the system wants you. So that is what you do, 'cause your name is not Ástþór Skúlason. He is a stayer. The toughest man I have ever met.
|The farm Melanes has the exceptional view of Europes longest bird cliff, towards Latrabjarg.|
|Àsthor slaugthering a ram.|
|No wonder it is called Raudisandir - Red Sands.|
05 May, 2015
Iceland's Wild West
It was late in the season, but I pushed on and reached Làtrabjarg, which is the end of the road in Europe when you go west. Few people inhabit this part of Iceland and I got to know a fine selection of them. They brought me to search for stray sheep before they were sent off to the slaughterhouse. I can't imagine you get better meat than this.
|Panoramic view of Làtrabjarg, an amazing bird cliff and Europe's westernmost point.|
|Be warned, this could easily be a literally DEAD END. Well, the road surely is.|
|Eyvi and Jacob took me sheep spotting.|
|The ocean is 300 meters below.|
Borgar, a most peculiar guy in an isolated farm introduced me to some of his skills and interests. Making window frames from driftwood, restoring tractors and bulldozers, making the finest hangikjøt you can dream of. This is sheep meat hung in the smoke of sheep shit. Yes, you heard me. And it tastes like heaven. Check it out in this episode of Paul i Vesterled - Pauls heads Westwards.
|Borgar lives here, opposite Patreksfjord town. As he says; "Maybe it is not worse than anywhere else".|
|Hangikjøt made by Borgar. Meat does not get any better than this.|
27 March, 2015
Skagafjordur horse gathering
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I already introduced you to Gunnar, who invited me to motorised outdoor action with big tyres and water splashing in the "Monstertruck-episode", but Samuel Örn Erlingsson was no less of a door opener. He is into the other kind of horse power. The one that comes one by one, on four legs...
|A classic pose. It is time to leave the high pasture.|
|The horse gathering is a social event.|
|Herd of Icelandic horses in Skagafjordur|
|Samuel Örn Erlingsson in his right element.|
|sun - snow - rain ... in one day|
We had delicious, tender horse meat in his home with his wife Ásta (a famed athlete), we made traditional food - Slautur -with his mother and sisters and we travelled to the south and the north in order to ride and check out horses.
Wherever we came, Samuel had friends, and I slowly realised that he is some kind of a hotshot or celebrity on "The Rock", after serving many years as a sports commentator and "horse man" in Icelandic TV. It is said a book could be written about all his fun/erroneous statements when he was the "expert commentator" of all exercises in the winter Olympics, years ago, when they only could afford to send one reporter ...
|They breed both for physical quality and looks, making a thousand shades of brown ...|
Eating horse meatYes, I am a horse lover in double sense. The dinner in Samuels place was among the best. The cut is rough, but tells you a little story about the tradition of eating the horses:
20 March, 2015
Big trucks in Iceland
|rush our traffic jam in the mountains ... Click the images!|
|Gunnar Birgisson - my kind of guy!|
|Why walk when you may race?|
|ATV fun x 2|
|Paul Olai-Olssen dressed up.|
Welcome to the MachineHorse power is the magical word. Monster trucks. Big wheels. ATV's. Their complete fascination for these noisy machines is in total contrast to the love of the Icelandic horse, which is more up my alley. Conflicts between these two groups of "horselovers" are frequent, as far as i experienced, the situation is rather clear cut. You love the animal or the machine. In this episode, it is all about the machine.
|Gunnar Birgisson is totally local!|
|Stripped of their engines and horse powers...|
Icelandic men...... are not men at all. I mean, they love to play. They are surprisingly childish and do not take themselves very seriously. At least none of the numerous guys I was lucky to get to know.
As always, men behave more relaxed and are generally more fun when women are not around, that is a universal fact, but the interesting thing about these fellows, is that they may look like a bunch of brutes at first glance, which they soon prove not to be at all. Just overgrown kids, basically. Great to be around. Helpful, caring and considerate. Experimenting, daring and drinking. Problem solving and self ironic.
|Atop Tindfjöll the easy way.|
|Paul Olai-Olssen in a leaking outfit.|
|Gunnar Birgisson the cave man.|
Gunnar as cave manGunnar Birgisson had more to show me. Let me explain that I first met him on the Faroes, where he and a bunch of guys arrived by zodiacs, after crossing from Iceland. A mad venture, obviously. He told me that he could fix and arrange whatever I wanted to in Iceland, if I wanted to come. I wanted to come. He fixed things. And we naturally became good friends. Gunnar is a one-of-a-kind kind of person.
"I have more to show you," he told me. "Come on, it is going to be fun!" I knew Gunnar by then, so I was naturally sceptical. My death wish is very, very weak, and the expression in his face made it clear that what he had in mind was more than a walk in the park. Have a look at the video below. I am not going to tell where it is, as people are not encouraged to go there. If you do, please bring rope, helmet and a non leaking dry suit!
And that was all for for now. Next episode next week. Here's the sunset over Vestmannaeyjar:
Have a good journey!
12 March, 2015
Diving in Iceland
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This time, I have visited Thingvellir, or rather Þingvellir, which has a special place in Icelands history. Since 1930 it has been a national park, and since 2004 it has been listed as a a World Heritage Site. This amazing place lies in a rift valley on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, literally in between the continental plates.
|diving through the crack in Silfra|
Diving in SilfraThere are many good dive spots in Iceland, most of them related to some kind of geothermal or seismic activity. I met Tobias Klose that is running dive.is, a great company providing the best of equipment and security. It is fun to get to know people that show true enthusiasm for their work, and Tobias seems to have found his place in the world. He sent Andri Ómarsson to guide me.
Silfra is one of the most spectacular destinations for any diver looking for spectacular scenery. No live to see at all, but who needs fish when you can stretch your arms out and touch two continental shelves?! This is unlike any dive, any place - strongly recommended.
|the crack on the bed of Thingvellir|
|Andri Ómarsson and Gunnar - great buddies|
This lake is found only half an hours drive south of Reykjavik, in a desolate volcanic landscape.
After an earthquake in 2000, the lake started draining by one centimetre per day, but it is still there, so I assume the crack has later been clogged up. What emerged in the southern end of the lake after the quake, was some holes from where gas and hot water stream out, followed by shivers and rumbles.
AlþingiWhat Thingvellir is most known for, is that the "Althing" found place here from 930 until 1798, being the parliament of Iceland from the time when it took 17 days for the most remote chieftain to reach the supreme legislative and judicial authority of the country. Iceland was not easily travelled back in those days, so it took a while, even if this place was chosen partially because of its convenient location...
The law speaker spoke from the Lögberg, the law rock, and was elected for periods of three years, in an amazingly open democracy.
|Hellisheidi geothermal power station|
Geothermal powerFive major geothermal power plants provides about a quarter of the nation's energy. In addition to electricity, the geothermal water heat up and provide hot water for most buildings in Iceland. Hydro power makes up for the rest of the electricity need, making Iceland close to 100% nice on the environmental clean energy scale (read more in Scientific American). If they only could run those monster trucks on batteries, then I would be really satisfied with them (more about those monsters in a later episode...).
Hellisheidi geothermal power plant is actually the biggest of its kind worldwide, quite a cool thing to visit, bot to see the drill holes all over the mountain (vulcano) and the station itself, with its visitors centre.
|inside Hellisheidi geothermal power station|
|above Hellisheidi geothermal power station|
10 March, 2015
Diving in Dahab II
|Puffer Fish, only deadly if eaten.|
|This is what to look for.|
|Jimmy Dahab with hat, and Oula Dahab.|
|This is typically your first impression.|
|Jim was the best possible buddy.|
Jim, my experienced buddy from yesterday (read Diving in Dahab I) took me on a drift dive along the corals, not much deeper than 25 meters, reducing air consumption. The first of two dives lasted just about one hour, which is more than I've done in one single dive before.
|colourful one ...|
|funny wormlike thing|
|Geometric Moray, the most common moray in the Red sea.|
|small scorpion fish, according to Jim|
|blue spotted puffer|
Maybe the fight for the water world is already lost, or maybe it can still be saved. The word "maybe" is popping up far to often, when it comes to human interference in nature. There is so much we do not know, and science has a hard time keeping up with accelerating changes. We remain ignorants in so many fields, but still act as if we knew. Or actually ever more often do even worse than that, when we do have the knowledge, but ignore it for the sake of short term benefits.
|Milad Sawires is diving instructor at Aqua Divers in Dahab - recommended!!|
Go get your dive mask, be sure not to touch anything and try to understand what our pollution, plastic, CO2 and overfishing are exterminating. Then use your vote, your shopping habits and your voice - in order make a difference!
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