You know what is one of the most exciting aspects of a new place to me? The streets and the sights, sounds and smells you get as you leave the airport. Every place is so different and yet bears a semblance to something somewhere from a not so distant past. I have never been to Norway and I don’t know much about this place and yet it seemed so perfect and apt that it turned out this way. Like the green fields enveloped by water on one side, random pops of red houses and tractors. How does the mind conjure up images of a place unknown and unseen?
(Taken from the airport bus moving at 60 or maybe 80 mph).