Lights of Northern Norway in december. It’s not much of it, but what is left is still a beauty.
The national competition of Rock-Paper-Scissors were held in Bodø this year. Fortunately, a colleague of mine fought his way to the finals, and won. “I never expected to win, he said”.
Erling Iversen, a 94-year old man from Saltdal in Nordland. As he was 20 years old he was participating in bringing the Norwegian gold reserves out of the country, before the germans could capture it. The gold counted for around 240 million NOK ( £24.million), which was a huge amount of money in 1940. Their orders were clear, if the germans attacked the fishing vessels that carried the gold, they were to be sunk. Luckily, they all got away from Norway, crossed the Northern Sea, and arrived in the U.K. We met Iversen last week in Saltdal to hear his story.
The say that Chicago is “The Windy City”. They also say that Tromsø is the “Paris of the North” (I don’t agree on that one). If we keep going down that road, then Bodø should be “Chicago of the North”. There is never a day without wind in this town, and even if the sea looks still, and the trees aren’t moving when you look through the window, your hair will still be messed up when you go outside. People move to places like Spain, California or Greece because of the weather, and they move to Bodø despite it.