First of all, an important announcement: the title Uncle Travelling Gjerulf is no longer a lie… On February 27 around noon Norwegian time, my little sister Jenny gave birth to my first nephew! This picture is taken the same evening, sent to me by my mother, the proud grandma. 😀 Now for the heading… I… Continue reading RP’er LFG in Ktm! WoD, D&D, MERPG, VtM, GURPS, anything!
Category: Memories
I miss…
Settling down here in Kathmandu for a little while has been great, and it has given me time to miss things. When I’m travelling from place to place every few days, there’s not really any time to miss anything. Now that I’ve been here for over a month, I’ve started to realize that I miss… Continue reading I miss…
Kathmandu – a charming overload of the senses
January 10 I am sitting on the roof of my hotel, it’s 5:45 pm, the sun has just gone down, and the temperature dropped rapidly. It’s still a lot warmer than the temperatures I’ve had so far on my trip; I have gotten quite far south, but am at rather high elevation. Yesterday morning we… Continue reading Kathmandu – a charming overload of the senses
Rooftop of the world
In China it seems that most things are described as “The [X] of [Y]”, so you don’t really have to be a genius to understand how Tibet came to be called “The rooftop of the world.” We’re 3700 meters above sea level, and the train that got me here went along the highest altitude railroad… Continue reading Rooftop of the world
Tsaricide? Is that a word?
The Latin American party rather turned out to be an info-evening, where Latin American students at the university of Kazan presented their country. It was kind of fun, because I never expected to see something like that in Russia, and also it reminded me of my time in the United World College of the Adriatic in… Continue reading Tsaricide? Is that a word?
Bonfires and memories of childhood
I’m sitting on the train to Oslo, and it feels like my trip just started for real… The week spent with my grandparents has been really nice. The day before yesterday we built a big bonfire, and cleared some brush at my grandma’s little summer house. It’s the place where I spent most of my… Continue reading Bonfires and memories of childhood