Family Values

Skiing is not a common activity in Portugal, I wonder why... And, therefore, everything related to it, is something new for me!
Here it's a natural and a family practice, deep rooted in the nordic traditions and culture. It is not a mere sport, it's a family tradition! This people are "born with skis on their feet"(norwegians on Skiing)

Yesterday, a sunny February Saturday, in order to practices some ski, I went out, enjoying myself for 32kms. It was a very pleasant experience. All the snow around, the sky Christal clear, everything still...
After some kilometers, skiing almost without seeing no one, I arrived to Skramstadsætra ( I presume I wrote something about that place before). There and after, the place was over crowded! Dozens of people were skiing, alone or with their families. When I say families, it is the WHOLE family from grand parents to grand children, all included! From 4 to 80 years old, everyone is invited!

It is really funny to see all these small children dressed with this THICK monkey suits and wearing this tiny little skis on their feet! The funniest is when they fall! They look like small potato bags falling on the floor! Hillarious!

One of the most frustrating thing about learning to ski in such an early age is that when I am skiing uphill, tired as hell, this 12years old kid runs through me and I can't compete with his pace! The same happens with old people! They are too fast for me!

But soon, this portuguese will be skiing as good as they do! Trust me!=)

Hadet bra!

Yesterday statistics:
kilometers going up: 16
kilometers going down: 16,3
kids I ran over:1
old people faster than me:300,000
kids faster than me: 9,000,000
times with the face on the floor:3
times with the ass on the floor: 50,000
times on the floor, because I couldn't break, when this group of old people was going up, when I was going down: 1 worth for 10,000

When a snow roof falls...

At the top
At the top II

Evenstad...

Deep in the heart of Hedmark, in the middle of the taiga forest, in a valley between the hills there is one place, one special place called Evenstad...

If you think you have been far away from everything, that's because you have never been there! I though that Rena was far away, but this village, inhabited by no more than 200 people, is absolutely in the middle of nowhere!

Located between two mountains, there is a river that crosses the valley, which is covered in ice and snow, by this time of the year. Everything is white, everything is still, everything is silent.

In the middle of this "nowhereness", there is a campus from the University I am attending, here! It has only 120students!!! The impression one has is that such a small community is no more than a bug norwegian family!

I started to visit this place, because I have a course in Norwegian language, up there! And learning norwegian is the least thing one can do, in such a remote place!
At first sight, there is nothing to do, in such a place! Just snow, trees and hills! however, these are the magic ingredients to amuse the most bored soul on this world and the other!
Yesterday, we were invited to go up to the hills and spend our day like norwegians do! Fire was set in a hole in the snow, where we were grilling sausages and eating Lumpa (special norwegian bread, pancake like bread). It must be said that on this "hole", more than 10 people could stay inside! Some studentsdug it for us! These students, I must say were the fittest people I've ever seen! I believe if they were dropped in the middle of a forest for 3 weeks, they wouldn't starve, get hungry or have a bad time, since forest is their home! I was really impressed!

After some time playing with snow and sledging we(me and other foreign students) were invited to spend some time at a cabin. Have you watched those movies, where people go to Alaska, in the middle of nowhere and there, they find the coziest house, with fireplace, drinking tea and stuff? OK, it was just like that! A scenery out of a movie!
By night time we had to leave such a beautiful place, but the will to a very nice night of sleep there was very strong!

Lucky me, I am going there every week!

Hadet bra!

A look into the valley.

The "hole".
Good times at the cabin.

Are you still having fun?

Hello there!

I am writing these words after along weekend. There were lots of skiing, studying watching movies and...going out at night.
Rena isn't the biggest place in the word, therefore, this small village it is only possible to find two pubs. Usually, most of the evenings, I go out, I visit the students' pub. It is cozy, all the students gather there, it's the people you know!
This Saturday, I changed my live! I went to the other pub, down the same street! Meeting some friends and stuff.
when I arrived to the pub, it was overcrowded! So many people, it was hard to walk in there! After meeting my friends, which some of them had had few beers more! It was cool to chat with them and still, I like drunk people, in a way, when they are friendly and smiling all the time!

The strange thing is after a while, I just had some baccardi with coke and I was satisfied, I didn't need nothing else to drink! I was totally ok, ready to have fun! I didn't want to get wasted, because I felt I didn't need to... and then, there were so many people asking me: "aren't you having fun?", "don't you like it here?",etc. I felt really strange, because I was having fun, yes! but I didn't want to drink! That's it! I don't need to get fully drunk to have a great time! sometimes it's cool to have some glasses more than one should, but...it is not needed! It's not a rule "whiskey+wine+beer = guaranteed fun"!

I realized it must be cultural! It has to! Because, like I said previously, this people is shy, they aren't capable to show their feelings in a easy way, therefore, they cloak themselves under the alcohol spirits, in order to have some more fun they would ever experience if they were sober. It's the weekend drinking culture... Drink to have fun!

Of course this is nothing new for me! In Portugal, of course we have a drinking culture. In fact, I believe even deeper in our roots than this one, since we have wine everyday, during meals - white for fish, red for meat - beer when it's hot, "agua ardente" with espresso coffee, etc etc etc. It is normal for us to get drunk, it is common to go out and see drunk, wasted people! it is!
However, people tend to drink because it's a social process. I buy one to this person that person buys another round and then arrives the other dude and suddenly comes that friend and people get drunk that way - not drinking my own booze, as fast as I can, to get drunk as fast as possible to have as much fun(??) as I can get.

I must also say that the shock wouldn't be so big if they were outgoing people like us. Because Portuguese people tend to be outgoing and when they drink, they are a little bit more outgoing. Here, people tend to be closed within themselves and when they drink, they suffer a fantastic metamorphosis which makes of them the nicest, friendliest most talkative people in the world.

It is also something that makes this Portuguese a little confused in this far far far away country!

Hadet bra!

Ice, Snow, Wind and Cold

This time, I will just provide some random pictures taken during my last ski trip.
Enjoy!

Caught somewhere in time

Hello, there!

After more than 7 months in Norway and having problems related to that, I believe it is time to talk about a small detail that tells a lot about a country and it's characteristics: punctuality!

Back home, it is normal to get to classes five minutes late. Most of the teachers won't get bothered by such small thing. There are some teachers, that arrive to classes after the students!
If I am late 5, 10, 15 to a meeting with a friend, it won't be a problem at all! He/she knows I will arrive, sooner or later!
Usually, I am late to school everyday! 5 or 10 minutes, I am late! no matter how hard I try, I will be late! Now, you can ask: "Why don't you leave your place 5 or 10 mins earlier?" Well, if I do that, I will loose my time with something insignificant I will find along the way! It is something stronger than me!=P

Here in Norway, things are a BIT different. people are punctual! They arrive at the time they were meant to. If they, by some reason, will arrive later than they should, they will warn a person, even though it is an informal meeting! A coffee, a drink, a dinner...Norwegian people will be there on time! "3 o'clock, sharp!" means really really sharp!
However, they are not as punctual as the Germans! Germans are always in time, wherever they go! And it is really hard for them to deal with people that tend to arrive to meetings later than they should... I have a German teacher, you can figure the rest! It was horrible for her my lack of punctuality and for me her extreme punctuality! now, after some months, we managed to understand and go over such aspect, since it is nothing more than a cultural characteristic!

Hadet bra!

Sesame Street

This title must be a bit awkward, but don't go away, it is actually about that TV show we all watched - I thought everyone did - when we were kids.

I am living with two persons from Eastern countries: one from Lithuania and the other from Romania. There is no one else living with us, which means that I am the only person from a western country.

I traveled a bit, across Europe and I met many, many people from abroad. People coming from such different countries such as Turkey and Finland. And somehow there are some bonds that unite us. One of those bonds are the TV shows one used to watch as a small child.

Everyone I know(well, not anymore), and I mean everyone, knows Sesame Street! It doesn't matter if a person is 8 or 80! It was something that cut deep into our culture(s). If a 70 year old person knows it, probably it isn't because he/she watched it, but his/hers grandchildren did... It is a mark for millions of children across the world.

My point is that I felt really confused when I started to talk like the (everlasting) cookie monster and they asked what was it! I felt like a car hit me. not knowning cookie monster?that is heresy! that is outrageous. that is having a pointless childhood...(too dramatic, here!=P)

What I mean is the fact that when living abroad with people from culturally distant countries, it is very hard to be understood. Jokes don't make any sense, "do you remember this cartoons or this movie", which is usually used to break the ice and start a conversation it's almost useless! But, it also works on the opposite way! For I never watched Vinni Puh - Soviet version of Winnie the Pooh.





For those who didn't watch any of these shows. For those who watched both. For those who just watched one of them.

Crazy world we live in!

Hadet bra

P.S.- The soviet Winnie The Pooh a.k.a. Vinni Puh is far much cooler than the Disney one!

Blindness

Years ago, my favorite author wrote a book about blindness. A country where all men, women and children got blind. It wasn't a dark blindness, but white one! And I was one of those.

This week, I went with two friends for a skiing trip. we went out for three hours, in the snow. We went up some foggy, snowy hills. After reaching the top, we followed on, behind the mountain. Suddenly, the fog became "thicker" and it wasn't possible to see far! There was a part of the way, where there weren't any trees near the ski tracks. My friends were far away in front of me, because - due to my greatest skiing skills - fell on the floor three times. I was alone and all I could see was white. everything was pure white. I felt I was inside a strange dream or a futuristic movie scenario. The feeling was like being inside a white darkroom. where you don't know where ground starts and if there is a wall there or something you can fall on.

sight wasn't my only sense that was all confused. I also couldn't hear anything. Everything was so still... no wind blowing, no birds singing, nothing!
I felt I was in a desert, a desert where your senses are deactivated. I could get lost in such an environment for days...

Creepy, but still very interesting to experience...

Hadet bra!

Øyvind and me

Although the pictures are too dark, you can have an idea how foggy it was...

PS.- I am sorry, I didn't take pictures when it was really foggy, because I wasn't carrying my camera(a friend was, I was afraid to break it, when I fell).

Carnaval, Carnaval

I don't know if there is any norwegian people reading this blog, but I will post this article, anyway!

Today, is Carnaval!
Maybe when I am talking about Carnaval, the reader may think I am refering to the brazilian one, with lots of half-naked people, samba, lights and colours., thousands of people on the streets celebrating. But it isn't...it's a more simple, modest and traditional one... In a village, lost somewhere in time and space in the distant and forgotten Eastern Portugal!

An ancient pagan tradition that is being kept for centuries. It is said that is a celtic tradition, that remained in our folklore for thousands of years! The day when it is celebrated the ending of winter and the Spring's return! It's the day of the year, when one can be whatever he/she wants. To prank family, friends and random people, under a very nice disguise!

Across the country, people come out dressed as the most strange, funny and cool thing (and I mean THING) a person can imagine. Some dress as the opposite sex, witches, devils, fairies, etc etc etc...you name it! On this day, you can see how people can be creative, since these eyes have seen people disguised as... Bathtubs? Street Lamps(with real light!!!!)? and whatever you remember, it is allowed to do and to dress, today!

One of the most beautiful traditions I know of is the "Caretos", where you can find more information about them here: http://caretosdepodence.no.sapo.pt/inenglish.html and some pictures http://caretosdepodence.no.sapo.pt/entrudo.html http://caretosdepodence.no.sapo.pt/fotos.html

This tradition must be kept alive, for it is one of the few echoes from our past!

Ski!

Well, being in Norway is not only about people, vikings and fjords! There is also a very important aspecta bout this culture that must be taken into consideration: skiing!

Eventhough I've been many many times in countries more fond of skiing than Portugal - namely Switzerland - Norwegian people are, by far, the ones who love and do practice ski and all wintersports and outdoor activities.

There are very few norwegians that can't ski. Everyone knows at least one way of Skiing: cross country, down-hill, ski-jump, alpine, snowborading - it's not quite skiing, but it is almost!

Well, and since I am so into learning about nordic traditions and culture, I asked a friend to teach me to cross-country! I must say that it is a fantastic sport, since a person moves all and each muscle and it's so healthy to practice such a hard sport in colder temperatures! Now, after training a while, I managed to ski in a nice-beginner way. Not the pro, yet...but soon...

My start was hilarious, because I couldn't stay standing more than 30 seconds. To learn and get the right position is quite hard, in deed! But nothing that with a little of strong will, a good teacher and lots of practice don't do! I hope by next month, I'll be able to do 54kms in a single breath!

Hadet bra!

Me, on my best!
Landscape
Landscape II

It's a dog's world

Hallo!

Some days ago, a friend asked me to take care of his dog, during the weekend. I said "No problem", but I was quite affraid, since I never had a dog or a pet, in my life!
So far, it has been a nice experience: wake up early in the morning to go for a walk, on these empty, silent, white streets; feed him and all those things related to dogs and petting things, that I never done before!

I am really lucky, because he's such a smart dog and does lots of tricks!=P

Anyway, one thing that I realized during my walks with the dog is the simple fact that people are more kind to the dog, than me! People smile at the dog, pet him and... they don't even look at me!
But, why? I don't understand... Does that mean that such people prefer dogs to human beings? Or they diserve kindness and a smile more than people (in some cases, hell yeah!)? I felt really bad, in deed.

I come from a small town, deep in the portuguese countryside(more or less like Rena) and it is common to say "Hello" to everyone, even if you don't know the people. It also happens the same, when visiting another village. People tend to react to one's presence - look at you, even speak - the traditional "Bô tardi!"(something like "g'd ebning")!

I get really angry/sad/depressed/f**ked up when I say "Hi!" to people and they simply ignore. It is bad to admit it, but it is a constant behaviour,in this village (I hope not in the whole country!). So, you can imagine how many times I get really frustrated, every day! but, guess what? I don't quit! I feel good to be polite, I was raised that way and if people don't care or just ignore, it's their loss!=)

One more day, in Rena. One more day without understanding this people...

Hadet bra!

Zolt
Let's go home, boy!

Fullmoon Madness

I create a new blog, and the next day, I run out of internet for two days!
Nevermind, I'm back!








Back home, an aunt of mine (tia Suzana) always said that the most beautiful fullmoon was the January's and only the one in August was almost as good as the first. In portuguese, for those who understand
"A lua cheia de Janeiro é a mais bonita do ano Inteiro,
Só a de Agosto é que lhe bate pelo rosto."
Popular knowledge at it's best.

I shall speak no more, enjoy the pictures!

Hadet bra!

Over the roof

Rena, at night

A light at the End of the Earth

Try not to get confused by the title. I don't mean the Finisterra cape, in Spain, but Lindesnes, the southernmost (if I am not mistaken) in Norway.

Back to the land of the cold, snow and fiords, and I started again my journeys around this country. The first place to visit was Lindesnes. It is a small island near Kristiansand, a southern region, by the sea.
After 7 hours driving, a birthday party full of people I didn't know and a very nice night of sleep, we went discovering Sørlandet.
I was amazed by the granitic landscapes and the early spring weather (no snow, temperatures above 0...) and most important...the North sea!

The place is a small rocky island with a lighthouse on the top. The weather, when we arrived, was so windy, I could barely stand. I've never felt such a strong wind! After climbing some rocks and looking directly at the waves, I felt at home. The foam, the salty water sprinkling my face, the scent of the sea, the waves bashing on to the rocks, the music...at the end of the earth!
I had seen the sea previously, during my stay in this country, however, it wasn't the one I am used to: the western portuguese coast: big waves, sandy beaches and high cliffs. What I have seen was a lake-like sea: still water, stones instead of sand, no waves, no scent...

After seeing the almost familiar sea, I felt like home. After thinking about the reasons that drove me to feel like that, I felt it has something to do with our (portuguese) history, forever related to the sea. I believe that there is something on our blood that connects us deeply, with heart and soul to the waves of the everlasting, misterious, endless sea. But these are only crazy thoughts of a portuguese who missed the sea....

Hadet bra!

North sea

The light at the end of the earth...

From the Ashes Reborn

Greetings to all of you!

After a long long time, like the phoenixs that arises from the ashes, I returned to the blog world!
I decided to change the original blog (oestrimnis.blogspot.com) to something else, something different, I don't know...I needed a change! I thought that a new face would become handy to the development of this small internet place.
I have new projects, new ideas and new posts coming out more frequently.

See you really really soon!
and with more pictures!=)