The weekly photo challenge: What does reward mean to you?
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Operahuset, Oslo
Postcards from Haiti: Bird View
The longest journey
Russian railroads are quite famous, especially the one that goes across Sibir. I didn’t travel quite that far; it takes 23 hours to travel St. Petersburg-Lipetsk, not really the longest journey at all. Although it does feel like it when all the lights go off at 22.30, making reading impossible. Apart from that, train is my favourite way of travelling. It’s like a large moving sleeping hall. The ridiculously overpriced candy wagon drives by sometimes, and there are some few opportunities to go off the train for ice cream and beer at longer stops, but otherwise it’s a quiet and monotonous ride. With no internet. Precious time to read, think and write while the landscape flows by outside the window.
Noen bilder fra toget mellom St. Petersburg og Lipetsk.
the wagon
the room
Weekly Photo Challenge: From Above
Hello, Haiti
The clock is barely six, but I can hear my bed calling from the distance. Jet lag, I know this state is called that. Other than than that I don’t know anything. But I’ll adjust eventually 😉 Until then …
the very first views & sights:
D’Haiti
Landing
Unfortunately, I did not get a window seat, but my friendly plane-neighbor graciously allowed me to basically crawl into her lap 🙂 Merci!
analog awright
Shot with my Baby Fisheye, that cutieeeeee!
They were not too clear, but so much fun to wait for!
Alone under the skies
I realize that I forgot to share any pictures of Lille, a pretty French city where I got to spend a part of my Christmas holidays. Even though I didn’t have much time there, I got to see a lot of the city because I climbed up this monster:
Heights make me uncomfortable, especially when I’m facing them alone. I had hoped to share a cabin with the couple in front of me in line, but the chief of boarding had other plans. He probably thought their ride would be more romantic for them without me.
xo xo, the survivor :-p
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Traveling used to be cool
I don’t like flying all that much anymore. To fly was a small adventure when I was little, while now it’s just a lot of stress. Getting there is the best part about flight journeys; especially because I’m always slightly worried something will go wrong on the way. Luckily, I always manage to sleep on the plane, and this time was no exception – except that I kept waking up with spasms, wildly confused, sure that I was still on the train to the airport and had forgotten to go off. That was kind of horrible. People started sending me weird looks, but what can you expect on a plane from Amsterdam?
Think of nothing 