Screw technical or aesthetic quality, if there was ever a photo which encapsulated a day this is it – I was supposed to be on this 13.35 flight to Copenhagen but as you can see it was cancelled, and seven hours later – eight-and-a-half hours after I arrived – I’m still here in Bergen airport. What a jævla drittsekk of a day. (Translate it if you want.)
I haven’t always spent this much time travelling, you know. It really started to take off (ha ha) around the middle of 2010, the first time I came to Bergen (and Scandinavia) in fact; since then I have averaged a trip a month, and in 2012 more than that. That’s just the way my job works now, I have little commutes (to Manchester) and big commutes (usually to Bergen or Moscow) and beyond the time they take they all feel rather much the same now. It ain’t glamorous. It’s just work.
On my way home. Quite liked this mural, which came in two parts, the full classical quote being ‘Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest’, which if we can excuse the sexism and include women too, is a worthy message. What I liked about it was that it is all made up of thousands of business cards. A neat idea.
Well, here we are, off again. To a country that may have massive political and social problems, but has at least heard of the notion that in June, it’s supposed to be summer.
I know how you feel, love.
Well, this is certainly the earliest time yet for a daily pic, by a margin of some 110 minutes. Still, it could have been worse. It could have been Sheremetyevo airport. (This wry comment of course means nothing to anyone unfamiliar with the pleasures of Russian airspace.)
Being 42 