DOUBLE INDIGO 666 WORLD TOUR
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I’d love one of those. Cars in Norway are insanely expensive, cars you have to import yourself even more so.
The culture in the whole country regarding cars is a little special. The status symbol aspect has increased somewhat in the last decade and it’s no longer unusual to own two (although the state strongly discourages it through punitive taxation), but I’ve never been in a country in the so-called western world where people drive any old crap in any old state. Flashy cars that perform beyond your practical needs are considered gauche and showy and because of the expense people tend to drive what they have into the ground before buying new.
Leasing is taking off here though so I’m considering an all singing all dancing, brand new beast of a Volvo.
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Leasing is taking off here though so I’m considering an all singing all dancing, brand new beast of a Volvo.
Smart man, the XC90 is on my hit list for sure
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I’m in love with the XC90…tried to talk Lori into it...alas we ended up with a swagger wagon...thought i was a better salesman than that.
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Great start to your leg of the tour Reuban. Where you live looks glorious.
ha en fin dag
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Great updates reuben. I always wanted to see norway, so far I've only been there two days and most of what I know comes through Black Metal and Lilyhammer.
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Enjoyed the tidbit about Norway. The endless days seem absolutely insane…guess it gives you nonstop daylight hrs to get that build done
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Excuse me…. Reuben is that a 25oz vest with brass snaps??
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Excuse me…. Reuben is that a 25oz vest with brass snaps??
No sir, that is the IHV-21. It’s a type III vest but with a mandarin collar, made from the OG 18oz denim that has been bonded with a red flannel lining. Then topped off with the brass snaps for an extra dose of awesome [emoji41]
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That is pretty awesome. Great vest. Great bit about your home as well.
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So I know I harp on about the weather and changing of the seasons a lot but if you lived up here so would you. It’s dynamic and at times extreme and unlike when you live in the city, you can’t get away from it. The sky is huge, the sea is like a mirror and even simple, low cost housing is designed in such a way that they maximise, light, sun and views for those living in them.
So the last few days have continued our dull, cold June which meant more of the same crap I’ve covered already [emoji23] Building, kids, concillatory beer drinking.
I didn’t realise Hot Ingrid was taking snaps of me until this point. Please note the IHSH-106 in the background. I fekkin love that shirt.
Eddie does love a good puddle…
And stones…
Put them both together and he’s in heaven (before you judge, it strengthens the immune system [emoji23])
He likes a good swing too…
My neighbourhood was built in 1976 and designed after social democratic principles. The houses are built near each other, the plots are restricted, the roads are very small and there’s no driving allowed (which everyone ignores). The idea is that you’re supposed to let the kids roam the streets safely and be up close and personal with your neighbour. There are lots of play areas and communal meeting places and the local school is in the middle of it all and also functions as a play area.
Enourmous cuffs on the tour jeans and some dirty Wesco action.
Alfie admiring the neighbour’s digger. In northern Norway, if you don’t do this stuff yourself you’re either indecently rich or a man of little dignity…
My street
Cute painted mail boxes from 1976…
Patina for days…
On Saturday evening though something wonderful happened…
And Sunday was glorious
So I’ve been up the cabin all day with sunshine, blue skies and 25C. More of that in the next update.
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Things got busy with the trip to the UK amongst other things. FnC was an absolute blast and while the tour jeans didn’t make the trip you can catch up with the action on the appropriate thread.
This is a throwback to the week before when we finally got something that looked like summer and escaped to the cabin for a day.
The weather was up to scratch
The cabin is a fairly traditional affair. Cabin ownership in Norway is fairly common although they’ve progressed from hunting/fishing shacks without electricity or water to holiday homes.
Ease of access varies wildly. Some people have a few hours drive. Some have ferry crossings or cabins that are boat access only. Some have a hike up a mountain so as to reach theirs. Ours is a half an hour drive away and we can drive to the door.
It’s on a lake in the foothills north east of my town. Personally I’d like something a little further away on a fjord with more mountainous terrain. One day maybe.
Homemade waffles with «brünost» (Norwegian sweet, brown, goat’s cheese) and jam are obligatory. Hot Ingrid is the waffle master.
Other activities include shooting competitions for the big boys, Jesper (15), Noah (15), and Seba (10).
A bit of badminton
And looking cute in camo
Continuation in the next post.
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PART 2
The property goes down to the water’s edge and from there it’s a two minute walk to a beach.
It’s pretty cold even on a warm day (in May it was still covered in 50cm thick ice), but the boys are tough.
Some more than others…
Hot Ingrid in cabin mode
After all that it was sausage o’clock…
Then back home to sit up late and look at the sky…
Oh, and I finished the damn wall…
