Kva ho Ragnhild Rostrup driv på med

Managed to hitchike down from Hardanger to the Airport in Sandefjord and slept under the stars on the way there. I left my tent and sleepingbag for my friend Anna to pick up in Hardanger and bring to Iceland, so I had only my reindeer skin and a wooly black coat. It worked well, but I lied to the lovely transsexual man/woman I was hitchiking with that I actually was going to sleep in my tent, otherwise she/he had not let me off in the darkness in the middle of nowhere. By the way I had a very interesting conversation with this 50 year old transsexual man with breasts and long blond hair.

Most people would probably think it is madness to go to sleep in some unfamiliar forest just on a reindeer skin. Oh well, I slept well, until it started raining and then I found something to make a cover out of. I slept until 7, took a few delicious apples from a tree nearby and hitchiked with a lovely artist-man who invited me home for breakfast and a nice walk in the sun on a green quiet island before he drove me right to the door of the airport!!! Amazing people are everywhere where I go!.

I am in Glasgow now, going to Isle of Rum tomorrow!  And on Thursday I go to Iceland, whooohooooo!!!!!! yes yes yes yes. I cannot seem to get enough of this country :)

Finally, I got the pictures out of my camera. YES! Here is the start of the very difficult journey from Scotland to Norway with my Bicycle:

And here's where I had to wheel it through the main shopping street in Glasgow at midnight:

This is really difficult. I strapped my skiis and my fishingrod to my bicycle and started travelling from the Isle of Rum. What a sight. I also have a 20kg backpack.  My travels did not start well when the ferry company punctured my bike as they craned it off the ferry in Mallaig. I never realised how difficult it would be to travel with a punctured bicycle with skiis strapped to it. 

I caught the train down to Glasgow and The traing conductors only starte and laugh as they help me on and off the train.  I had to catch 3 different trains to get to Glasgow. uuuuuurghh.. And as I arrived after midnight, I had to wheel my bicycle through the main street of Glasgow. 

There was a firescare in my hostel at 4 in the morning, because someone smoked in their room. 300 people needed to go out on the street whilst the firemen checked the situation.

Anyway, I am catching the train down to Prestwick Airport now to catch the plane to Norway (that will be a laugh) and then catching 3 different buses to get to my destination in Norway. Oh my GOD!

My ex cat is still good at catching rats, but not very good at eating them.  I found this monster in the back room!

by the way, I added some more pictures from the festival at the same link.

Look at this wonderful Isle of Rum where I lived for 4 years. It's so good coming back to this paradise on the west coast of Scotland. Wow! The festival 'The Sound of Rum' went on for 3 days with just good experience and deliriously happy people. I have never enjoyed myself as much in a festival on the west coast of Scotland (and that is saying a lot!) There was sunshine and lovely weather during the whole weekend. 

I lost my voice because I screamed and sang so much. There was a great line up of well known traditional bands from Scotland. When I was sent the line-up by email in Iceland, I knew I had to go! Bands like Shooglenifty, Peat Bog Faeries, Croft No 5, A9 Session, Bombscare, and loads more. Wow I could not stop dancing! 

After the gigs in the marquee were finished around 3 or 4 at night, traditional sessions kept on going until 08 in the morning. Below you can see one of the sessions in the common room in the castle

I decided to do a strange survey of all the people in the festival about left and right hand'ism. and I found many interesting people. anyway, I might put the survey here some time.

There are loads of photos on this link: here and I even added some more!

Stuart and I went in the landrover over to the other side of the island on a combined fix-the-crappy-road-with-rocks and feed-the-hungry-cows trip. We filled the trailer with big rocks half way:

 and dumped them in suitable potholes. Listened to a tape of Leftfield on the way as we always do.  The 42 highland cows were very hungry as usual and some followed the landrover all the way to Harris:
 
  
Gave the cattle cowcobs and hay whilst the red deer were watching from a safe distance. Stuart went in the boat Rhouma to pick up the deerstalkers afterwards. They had shot 9 deer. Yum Yum. I should really sort out all the stuff here in the house, but I always get trapped doing something else, like computing. There's definitely a small computer-nerd hiding inside me. OH NO, I thought only my brothers were bitten by the computer bug.  It's contagious....

Oh my God! I have so much stuff here on the Isle of Rum.  I sure have collected loads of shit over the years I lived here.  How the hell will I get all of over to Norway? I have vast amounts of wool yarn, craft supplies, clothes, bicycle, and much much much more. YIKES!!

Going to South America on Monday and there's SO MUCH I need to do before I go:
- learn spanish
- send my gigantic load of belongings back to Norway (VEEEERY expensive)
- make loads of hats
- make loads of necklaces
- enjoy myself
- pack for my grand travel

And these are the things I worry about:
- whether I will run out of money and end up in a gutter
- whether I will catch a horrible disease in South America (don't have vaccinations)
- whether I will die a nasty death
- whether I will encounter shitty men there
- whether I will collapse under the weight of my backpack in the Andes mountains