Sotra is one of the bigger Islands surrounding the city of Bergen, and I think most of the foreign tourists won’t make it out there. But I think you should, here you would get a taste of real Norway, and not the Norway served for tourists at our major attractions. They are of course astonishing beautiful also, but in my opinion, real Norway isn’t served packed with tourists in a boat or a train. In Norway, there are plenty of places you can have all our wonderful scenery just for yourself.
And Sotra is such a place. You will also get to see typical Norwegian houses in typical Norwegian villages, all near the seaside, all with their own fishing boat. In these places, crime and theft doesn’t exist at all, it is innocent places still left in the world. For the one of you interested in history, you could also combine your trip there, with a visit to Telavåg and “Nordsjøfartsmuseet” there. Telavåg is a place completely destroyed by the Nazis in the second world war. The fate is similar to that in Lidice, in the Czech republic, and in western Europe, there are not many such cities. This museum is about this, and about the war in the western parts of Norway, where a lot of people managed to escape to England, or to Shetland. Therefore the name “Shetlandsfarerne”, you lucky English speaking people can just search the net for all the information you want.
I will just share with you my impressions from my little trip to there today. I got there with a girlfriend, she drove a car, and unfortunately, I’m not so sure it’s all that easy to reach by bus. We parked a few kilometres from “Nordsjøfartsmuseet”, and we also got a little map, there. But this map was almost more a disadvantage, than anything else, you can just walk to the sea, and then up and down the small, rocky hills, and bumpy terrain, and where ever you can get, and where ever you want to go.
It was very beautiful to day. I started out in sandals, shorts and a t-shirt, but soon the t-shirt went, and so did the sandals. To walk barefoot in this terrain is not for anyone, neither is sandals, but if you don’t mind some scratches and small wounds from ling and heather and pine and juniper, just don’t bother about the shoes. This is very easy terrain, and a very easy life.
Our brave walk to day, without any real maps and without any real plans, brought us into the bush sometimes, we got a few challenges to pass, but to me, this just ad to the experience. I love it. At last, we ended up in a small bay we found most by accident (we had to pass more than a few challenges to get there), and there we had our dinner and our tea and cookies and chocolate and more, and more. Norwegians always know what to bring while trekking, or perhaps you don’t use the word trekking for such a short walk. But we know what to bring anyway.
All though the sea was not all that tempting where we was, to much seagrass and a bit still water to be real fresh, I took my good looking body and threw it in the sea. Swam. Oh yes, it was good, it was the right thing to do. The sun went down, every thing was beautiful, and the sound of my splashes was all I could hear. Why isn’t such moments most of our lives? I wish it were, and I do my best to make it so.