Of the blogging at least.

I’ve decided to stop blogging and writing about my pictures, journeys etc. I have no interest in writing about what I do anymore, so I’m moving on. I still love taking pictures, so I have decided to start using flickr again. So for those of you who are interested in my photography keep an eye on my flickr account.


When it comes to my drawings and paintin etc. I haven’t really decided what to do yet. I might continue to use the blog for that matter, but I’ll update you on date later. Might start using tumblr again as a replacement. Not really sure.
Does anybody (if I have any readers left) have a recommendation on where to keep people posted with my art?

Summer forest

I don’t know how many times I’ve said that Jonny’s house in Luxembourg is like paradise to me. When I want to escape Norway and city life (even though Oslo is nothing compared to Tokyo for instance) Jonny’s place is the perfect runaway destination. I feel so at peace.

On one of those beautiful days, we decided to go for a walk with Aolai, just to show her how magical the surroundings are. She was awestruck, and so was Jonny when he saw a rope in the forest.

Jonny found a pretty decent walking stick that we all were pretty fond of.


Tractor party

We found ourselves at a tractor event of some sort. It was pretty funny to be honest. I’ve never seen so many tractors gathered at one place in my whole life.

The weather was constantly changing between rain and sunshine. It was rather dramatic when the sky opened up and showered us. All the tractor people ran to the only tent that was there.

I have no idea why they had a tractor event here, we didn’t even think about asking, but it was charming indeed. There were some pretty awesome old school tractors as well as new ones.

My dear Aolai came to visit me in Luxembourg, all the way from Australia. I’m so lucky to see her twice within half a year! I thought it was gonna take at least a year or two before I saw her again.

Aolai was amazed by Luxembourg. No wonder, it’s absolutely an amazing place to spend some days. We drove around the little country, seeing all the green fields and lovely nature. Aolai was as exited as I used to be about the fact that you can drive to another country in less than 30 minutes. We ended up in Remich where we found a little market, but our pleasant stop was ruined by some heavy rain that forced us back to the car.

After driving around streets Jonny didn’t even know existed, we found a cute little lady selling home made jam and alcohol. We decided to buy one of her homemade jams. It tasted absolutely delicious!

After buying the jam we continued our journey and had a pit stop at a wine yard where we took some silly photos.

We were able to find the prettiest little nudist beach on the island, where we spent two of our beach days. The first day we went there, we felt pretty stupid because we realized half way to the beach that we forgot our towels, and that was after we left the taxi. So, we spent our hours laying on the sand – Which was sort of okay, but the locals there must have thought we were pretty stupid.

The water was much warmer here than the other beach we had outside our hostel, and for some reason it was easier playing pingpong (?) here as well. What I loved the most was the mix of half naked and naked people. Was good to see people being so comfortable about themselves. The second time we went there we got a bit lost on our way home, but some random people helped us dial the taxi. We also found a really good tapas place where they served delicious Spanish food. The man working there wasn’t the happiest one, but at least their Sangria was amazing.


I had the pleasure of taking pictures of Jonny while he was surfing. You paid 25 euros and could surf for an hour. Pretty amazing to see how much Jonny improved during that hour. I did not when I tried. Let’s not talk about how terrible I was trying this… Hopefully I’ll manage better next time. Maybe

This year, my tanning vacation was lazily spent in Spain, at the island called Palma de Mallorca. Me and Jonny had the coolest hotel in Magaluf, which probably was the most mature place in the whole area, considering that 1 minute away you found drunk British and Swedish youths crawling down the streets. It was rather interesting seeing people in a party mood like this, as well as all the half naked ladies working here. I was tricked into thinking I was in the UK now and then.

On our way to Hahn airport

I really loved our hotel. They played some really good deep house tunes all day long. It was really refreshing waking up to the vibes from the speakers outside our balcony, as well as seeing people surf on artificial waves in the hotel area.

It didn’t take us more than 3 minutes to walk down to the beach- which was perfect!

It was rather difficult finding good places to eat, and even more difficult finding Spanish food, but now and then we managed to find some delicious meals. I also discovered how delicious Koppaberg Strawberry and Lime is. My new favorite summer drink <3

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