ph_priv, Arnold & Fernando, grand danois
That dog is ridiculously huge, and only 7 months old. I am head over heels!
I WAS HERE
I wanna leave my footprints on the sands of time
Know there was something that, and something that I left behind
When I leave this world, I’ll leave no regrets,
Leave something to remember, so they won’t forget
I was here
I lived, I loved
I was here
I did, I’ve done, everything that I wanted
And it was more than I thought it would be
I will leave my mark so everyone will know
I was here
I want to say I lived each day, until I die
And know that I meant something in, somebody’s life
The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I leave
That I made a difference, and this world will see
I was here
I just want them to know
That I gave my all, did my best
Brought someone some happiness
Left this world a little better just because
I was here
Photo: ME. Txt: BEYONCE KNOWLES – I WAS HERE.
FORBIDDEN
ph_priv, Tiananmen and The forbidden city, Beijing, China
Velkommen til Beijing! Mine fangede øyeblikk fra 紫禁城, eller ‘Den forbudte by’, som vi dødelige ville kalt den, og Den himmelske fredsplass, Tiananmen-plassen. Plassen som introduserer og lokker oss inn i den forbudte byen. Kinesisk arkitektur er galskap, det gnistret inni meg da vi gikk rundt og betraktet alt sammen. Majestetisk, våkent og vakkert! Kina i seg selv er et eneste stort kapittel i den boken vi kaller verden. Hopper du over Kina, hopper du rett og slett over noe viktig som du trenger for å få med deg hele fortellingen. Dra til Kina!
Jeg skal ærlig innrømme at Den forbudte byen er ensformig i lengden – vi gikk gjennom hele på én dag (1 km med MANGE stopp underveis), og det var etterhvert ingen overraskelser igjen. For hver port vi gikk gjennom, ventet det samme synet som ved den forrige. Jeg var SÅ mett på templer etter den dagen, dere aner ikke. Men jeg holder fast ved det magiske ved byen, det er så mye historie og så mange inntrykk å få med seg! Resten kan bildene få fortelle.
Welcome to Beijing! My captured moments from 紫禁城, or ‘The Forbidden City’, as mortals like us would call it, and Tiananmen square. The square in front that leads us into the city. Chinese architecture is madness, it sparkled inside me when we walked around and admired everything. Majestic, awake and beautiful! China itself is a big chapter in the book we call the world. If you skip China, you’ll skip a big part of the story that you need to read to get the picture. Go to China!
I’ve to admit that the Forbidden City is quite monotonous after a while – we went through all of it in one day (1 km with many stops down the road) and it just stopped surprising us. Every gate led us to the same sight as the last one. I was SO filled up with temples after that day, you have no idea. But I’m sticking to the magic around the city, it’s so much history and so many impressions to swallow! I’ll let my pictures tell the rest of the story.
WHEN I WALKED THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA
ph_priv, the Great Wall of China, Beijing
One of the many highlights during my travel around the world – walking the Great Wall of China! I can still recall all the fresh air, the sun that gave me that warm feeling of Spring, the most amazing view of the Chinese mountains that surrounded us…. And the crazy ride down again, haha. All the stairs was a nightmare for a lazy girl like myself, and I’ll never forget the sight of the Chinese worker* that have to walk all these stairs EVERYDAY with his big heavy box with drinks and souvenirs for the tourists inside. People really have to make efforts out there to make it through their days, we must never forget that when we’re complaining about NOTHING over here.
*you can spot him in the third picture from the top, it’s the white box climbing the stairs behind me. Respect!
MY VAINS ARE LIKE BURNING STREETS
ph_priv, Brighton, UK
I’m having a BIG travel hangover tonight. It literally burns behind my ribs, my heart is running wild, I need to go out there again. Not in the same way, I don’t feel the need to be that privileged blonde girl traveling around with her smile and her money. I need to go and do something for someone who’s in need. The documentary I’m watching right now about girls in Afghanistan doesn’t help at all. I want to go out there and help change the world with my words. Sometimes it hurts being a dreamer.
What’s your dream?
TAKE ME BACK TO THE PACIFIC OCEAN
ph_priv, Guam December 2012
Another flashback to beautiful Guam. I have soooo many pictures I want to show you – from all over the world! I thought we could start with the pearl in the Pacific Ocean.
I still write with Juan once in a while, he’s getting ready to climb the Kilimanjaro in Africa this Autumn. 76 years old. MAN! I wanna be just like him when my next birthday card says 76. Such an inspiration! We should beg him and Priscilla (his wife) to come to Norway after Africa, don’t you think? Oh we definitely should.
BEAUTY OF GUAM
ph_priv, Guam December 2012
I had never heard about Guam before I suddenly had it under my feet. It turned out to be one of the destinations on my journey with the best memories, and the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I miss Juan and Priscilla, I miss his stories, her food, their big hearts and having them close enough to just pop in whenever I felt like. Juan, I want you to know that my next tattoo is inspired by our meeting :-) That’s how much it meant to me, and that’s something I’ll never forget.
Guam as a destination is a small, quiet island in the Pacific Ocean, you can finish all of it in five hours by car. A big part of the North is an American Air Force Base, Anderson, and Tamuning, the most popular tourist-spot on the island, is full of Japanese tourists. I think we can say that Guam is the Japanese answer to Norwegians Gran Canaria in Spain :-) That’s where they go to find the sun and have a nice vacation. The weather is hothothot, the water is clear and blue and it really is a nice place to go if you want to chill. You need a car to get around, and the shopping mall is duty free. Other than that? You NEED a Juan and Priscilla to get the best experience of Guam… For me Guam would be boring and quite random without them telling be the story behind and showing me the hidden pearls on the island. But the most beautiful pearls of ‘em all are themselves.
INSTA-FIS
1. Suco de manga, mangojuice av fersk frukt. En av de tingene jeg har blitt avnhengig av her i Brasil, og som jeg kommer til å gråte meg i søvn for hjemme i Norge. Kjærlighetsbrudd som dét tar knekken på meg! – 2. Sushi da vettu, favorittmaten min! En av dem, iallfall. All mat er favoritt, egentlig. Jeg elsker mat. – 3. Jeg later som jeg koser meg i sola og alt det der, men egentlig bare regner det her i Santos. Sånn… Alltid foralltid. – 4. Insomnia, søvnløs natt v. altformange. – 5. Vælk, hæhæ! Prøvde å lage litt motVEKT til alle fitspotøsene som florerer på instagram, aldri fått så mange likes før, jeg. 300 ++ Det sier litt, da. Dere liker vælk! Det gjør jeg óg. – 6. Gatekunst i Santos. – 7. Dilemma i hverdagen. – 8. Bartetattisbilde fra i fjor (eller året før der, jeg husker ikke livet mitt før reisen), da barten var nesten usynlig. – 9. Bikkja hehe.
Instagramen min i det siste! Vil dere ha sånne instaoppsummeringer som dette ukentlig fremover? Jeg hater nemlig når andre bloggere gjør det, for jeg tenker “Hva faen har du instagram for når du skal kline bildene dine utover bloggen i tillegg?” Men så er det jo ikke alle som har instagram, så… Jeg vet ikke. Dere bestemmer. Jeg heter iallfall @supermarie der, hvis dere vil følge livet mitt i små bilder også. Jeg deler noen ganger mer der enn her, og omvendt. Og litt på Facebook, og på twitter. Et liv utenfor internettet har jeg nemlig IKKE tid til.
Instagramtwitterfacebookblogg-innlegg? Ja eller nei?
Some of my latest photos at instagram, you’ll find me as @supermarie :-) BREAKING NEWS, heah. To explain the photos: 1. Suco de manga, fresh juice made of mango. One of my addictions here in Brazil, I’ll cry myself to sleep while missing it when I’m back in Norway! 2. Sushi, my fav. food. 3. I keep pretending I’ve the best weather but the truth is… Rain. Alot. 4. Insomnia. 5. Trying to make some counterweight to all the fitspiration that keeps falling down in my instafeed. I’ve never recieved so many likes before, 300 ++! So I guess you like my “fat”, haha. Me too. Fuck fitspo, live life. 6. Street art in Santos. 7. Everyday dilemma. 8. Old pic of my moustache tattoo. You can’t even see it, it was before my refill in L.A. 9. Dog, hehe.
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STOP DOING, START BEEING
ph_priv, Santos, Brasilf
Óla! I dag holdt jeg sengen lenge nok til at solen rakk å bryte gjennom skyene før jeg satte føttene mine utenfor. Jeg har i dagesvis misunnet dere for det fine påskeværet hjemme i Norge (jeg lusker på dere likerne mine på instagram nemlig), men i dag skulle det endelig være min tur også! Åh, for en deilig mandag! Jeg har ikke gjort noe som helst. Og da mener jeg; ingenting. Jeg marsjerte ned til stranden, utstyrt med både musikk og bok, for man føler seg jo gjerne totalt avhengig av å bli underholdt 24 timer i døgnet, men da jeg kom ned lot jeg både musikken og boken bli i vesken. Jeg ville det bare skulle være meg og verden, og det var så deilig at dere kan ikke forestille dere engang.
Stranden var fremdeles våt etter all regnet de siste dagene, så jeg la meg på en benk av stein i stedet. Og der lå jeg. Med øynene lukket, åpnet de bare i ny og ne for å se opp på skyene som svevde forbi. Lurte på hvor de hadde vært, og hvor de var på vei. Jeg hørte havet bruse på det venstre øret, og suset fra bylivet på det høyre. Jeg var et sted midt i mellom. Jeg følte vinden stryke mykt over hele kroppen min, i samspill med solens varme kyss. Jeg stengte ute alle tanker om fremtiden, lukket døren til fortiden, og ga meg selv til nåtiden. Det finnes ingenting som gir mer mening enn det, samme hvor meningsløst det må høres ut å bare ligge der og gjøre ingenting, på et lite stykke stein.
Det er når vi ikke gjør noe, at vi gjør det viktigste av alt – vi ER. Vår generasjon er så håpløse på det! Vi gjør noe hele tiden, og hvis ikke – så skal vi noe. Vi fyller hvert minste minutt, med 3G og facebook, viser livet vårt på instagram, hører på musikk fordi det er for stille, twitrer i stedet for å høre på fuglekvitter. Vi fyller opp livene våre, men glemmer helt å leve det, å være tilstede i våre egne dager. Så i dag har jeg tatt meg sammen og vært det, og gjort ingenting. Reisen har dressert meg sånn, jeg er HER nå. Og dét blir en av de viktigste suvernirene jeg tar med meg hjem.
Når var sist dere hørte dere selv puste?
Óla! Today I stayed in bed long enough to let the sun go out before I did. I’ve been so jelaous of the great Easter weather I see you have in Norway these days, but today I finally got a taste! Oh, such a lovley Monday. I haven’t done a thing. And with that I mean; nothing. I went down to the beach, with my music and book in my bag ’cause we do have a crazy hunger for entertainment 27/7 don’t we? But when I got there I let both of ‘em stay in my bag. I wanted it to be just me and the world, and that was the greatest decision ever.
The beach was still wet from all the rain, so I laid down on a bench made out of rock instead. And there I stayed. With my eyes closed, I just opened them once in a while to see the clouds pass by – wondering where they had been, and where they were going to. I heard the ocean fizz in my left ear, and the murmur of the city in my right. I felt the wind touch my body, in interaciton with the kisses from the sun. I closed out every thought about my future, and closed the door to my past. Just to be in the present. Nothing makes more sense to me than that, no matter how meaningless it must sound to you – just laying there on a piece of rock.
‘Cause it’s when we don’t do anything at all, that we do the most important – we ARE. Our generation is hopeless on that! We’ve to do something aaaall the time, and if not – we are gonna do something. We fill every minute every day, with Facebook, show our lives on instagram, listen to music ’cause it’s too quiet without and make a tweet instead of listening to the birds. We fill up our lives, but we forget to live them, to be there in our own days. So today I got myself together and did that – did nothing. My travels have made me that way. And that’s one of the most important of all my souvernirs that I’ll bring home.
When was the life time you heard your own breath?
