A Travel Tale in Sections, and No Particular Order: Part the Second

So, it seems that being short of sleep makes me semi-poetical, in a disjointed, vaguely schizoid kind of way. There follows the random ramblings of first impressions on a sleepy brain.

Copenhagen and the area around it is very flat from the air. Everthing is divided by straight, neat lines into precise, careful geometrical shapes. It is looks like a land long tamed.

At night the street lights wind around the countryside, curving, strung like fairylights from town to twinkling clump of town .

When travelling by plane, a travel pillow is your friend.

I really wish I could have taken a picture that captured the sunset from the plane. I tried but was not terribly successful. Picture fluffy grey cloud stretching out to the horizon, where the sun is already setting. The west is lit with strips of sunset colours in pastel: orange, yellow, green to darkening shades of blue. To the south a yellow crescent moon flirts with the cloud-horizon like a lady with a fan, peeking out, hiding again, peeking...

Coming in towards Bergen I see a light, like looking down on a star bright like Venus. Perception shift. The cloud clears a little and darker clouds appear aginst an evening sky looked down on, little islands on a flat pewter sea, twinkling lights, little stars, diamonds, boats on the sea in the evening.

Bergen lights wind around dark patches, wooded hills high and steep.

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Man, I really was out of it. I have to go put my washing on, and watch Heroes now.

First lot of pictures are here. More in a week or so. (I may possibly have used my limit for the month. Oops!)