Yet another week...

...has passed. So what have I been up to? Last Sunday I went to Toby's Carvery with a bunch of mostly new people for a traditional English roast dinner - delicious! After we hit a pub for drinks, and got some entertaining live music to go with it. Nothing was more amazing than my French friends insisting on singing their own songs though, while the rest of us pretended not to know them all that well! The weekdays have flown past since then; I am getting busier at work, and have tried to spend my spare time in the so-called real world - althoug I have to admit, mostly I have watched old episodes of Top Gear and read books :D Not all of it though! I went to have dinner at Natasha's flat, and I've had coffee with people (well, with Filipe) and ... oh well, I guess that was it. It's been a lot of reading lately, graduate theses as well as diving into Daniel & Jason Freeman's Paranoia - the 21st Centry Fear - which is quite interesting, and an easy introduction to the theme if you're not a paranoia geek (like me). Oh, and I have joined the student gym; probably the achievement of the week. Climbing shall commence on Sunday ! - if the Spanish don't bail on me (again).

Calendar for Tiril's B&B has been added!

For those of you contemplating to visit - and you should contemplate it! - I have added a calendar to my blog that will show the times I am out of town or already busy with visitors [red] and what weekends I have no special plans [green]. If the space is green, you can bet on me being in Edinburgh around that time, with space for people who can entertain themselves while I am at work...

Lost in transition

Who would think that it could ever take 18 hours to get from Tondheim to Edinburgh? I most certainly would not, but that was still the time it took me from my flight left Værnes until I arrived at Edinburgh International Airport--by bus. My flights took me via Amsterdam, where I had a lovely break with an art exhibit in the New Church and dinner at a lovely local café. Departing from Schiphol at 21.15 all seemed well, until we reached Newcastle and it turned out that snow is a shocking thing not only to Londoners but also to Scots. Clearly the stout country fed on porridge and haggis struggle to remove snow from runways, and so the KLM flight landed in Newcastle (where the snow blew away on its own) and sent us to Edinburgh by bus. Oh joy. I crawled into my own bed at 6 am this morning--the wonders sleep can bring...