Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Becoming a "bobo"

It all happened very quickly. A dispute with my neighbours due to stepping on the still-a-bit-wet wax on the stairs, being annoyed, upset and desperate, questioning my relationship to Eira ("do I really belong here if my neighbours are so unfriendly..."), and finally taking the whole thing as a Sign.

The waxing scandal happened on a Wednesday and on the following Sunday I went to see an apartment that I then bought a couple of weeks later. Tadaa, surprise (at least for myself)!

And here I am writing this blog in my new kitchen in Käpylä. An action lady I am. An indebted action lady to be more correct. Were there signs or not that I should move from Eira, I now have twenty years to pay my mortgage. I take it as a sign of a deep serious turn in life. Hopefully it doesn't mean that I will be stuck here for the rest of my life. Although, I'm in the first floor that suits disabled elderly people perfectly... 

So, in less than one month, I transformed from an elitist Eira dweller to a bohemian bourgeois ("bobo") of Käpylä. So far there are no regrets, but I'm sure that in some time I will miss the sea and the beautiful neighbourhood of Eira - the most beautiful in Helsinki after all. 

On the day I was moving, I went for a morning coffee in Viiskulma's Brooklyn Café and said to the American waiter that they should open another branch in Käpylä. The guy replied that there might not be so many cafés in Käpylä (are there any?), but I would have nature close by. I guess he's the only person who could say something positive about me moving from Eira to Käpylä (well, he hadn't seen my charming place in Eira), except for my parents who are thrilled.

Hitherto, it has been quite impossible to get to know my new neighbourhood (or the surrounding nature for that matter) because the days are so dark and I've been immensely busy reading interior design magazines, painting the walls and trying to fit all my stuff here. One thing is for sure, I do not need any Christmas gifts, there's nothing material I can possibly need.

Except that...

Reading all those interior design magazines and moving around my furniture in the new living room, I feel that my stuff doesn't fit the atmosphere of the 1940s apartment. Hmm, I guess this blog will turn into a design blog for a moment or - as you can guess from the pace I post anything here - not!

And as for the fact of being adult: I luckily recruited an old friend from Florence to be my flatmate. Two bright PhD ladies, it will be cool! But before that, one month of holidays in Asia. One week to go, and a zen master will be writing here shortly... Shanti!

Friday, 1 November 2013

The non-zones

Airports. In a way, I love them, they are often connected to new adventures, new places and great expectations. On the other hand, it's a lot of waiting, boredom, goodbyes and existential crisis. Airports are similar non-zones regardless where you are, places that do not have any characteristics except for the characteristics of your own trip and flight experience. You can be at the airport of Bangkok or Cairo without realizing it, it could be London or Helsinki as well. The only trouble you have is with the currency exchange rate.

In the past one month or so I have spent too much time at the airports. It makes traveling annoying and boring. The glory of air traveling has lost its attractiveness. And indeed, the glory was very far on my trip to Luxembourg last Monday. The autumn storm was disrupting ("irregularities" as the flight companies put it) air traffic in Amsterdam so I was ordered to fly through Copenhagen. Why not, the Danish guys are tall and handsome. 

However, the storm had already advanced to Southern Sweden and Denmark. With our second try, we finally managed to land to very windy Copenhagen (people were vomiting at the back of the plane, I was meditating) and the airport was then closed (also trains and metros stopped working). I got in a transit center queue with a Danish sandwich and a beer and calculated that it would take around 20 hours to serve the 800 customers in line in front of me. "Luckily" after 1 hour 40 min, I realized that I had been waiting in a wrong queue and eventually took a number for the correct counter. Only 100 numbers before me (and a tall and handsome Finn!).

Too bad I was overly focused on getting a new flight to Luxembourg (+hotel room) so I wasn't able to go around in the Copenhagen airport which is probably one of the nicest ones in Europe. You find there good shops and many different kinds of cafés or restaurants, unlike in Helsinki-Vantaa airport where you only get one type of vegetarian sandwich in all the cafés of the airport. No wonder my friend told me on Facebook to concentrate on shopping and not on the tall and handsome Danish guys.

Usually I tend to connect airports with lots of emotions. Crying out loud at the counter in Paris-Orly when I had misunderstood the flight schedule (I made it however and got in time to Berlin to see my new boyfriend), buying a 300 EUR Ryanair flight to London when I had foolishly missed my initial flight (and got to see my boyfriend - not the same one - almost in time), leaving my Senegalese tax-free products in Madrid security check (not properly packed liquids) after a lot of negotiations and - on the more positive side - all the proseccos I have enjoyed in order to celebrate a wonderful upcoming adventure. 

Something that I also find thrilling at the airports are other people traveling and expecting great adventures, the feeling of big expectations. It can be contaminating. But then, you also have these usual Brussels bureaucrats, dryly moving from one capital to another.

Airports can also be a place for cultural shocks. When I arrived to the luxurious airport of Bangkok after traveling on budget in Cambodia and Laos, I was disgusted by the boutiques of Louis Vuitton and Prada and the glittering diamonds and golden watches in the shop windows. At the Arlanda airport in Stockholm, on my way from Addis Abebe back to Finland, I was depressed by the Starbucks café (and capitalism): after all the excellent Ethiopian coffee that was roasted before my eyes, I was just uninterested by the Swedish barista asking me if I wanted my cappuccino with a single or double shot, tall/medium/large and made with Guatemalan/Columbian/Costa Rican/Ethiopian /Kenyan /+10 other choices coffee. "Just give me a bloody coffee, will you!" The modern capitalism has given us the illusion of liberty to choose, but to choose what, the coffee beans for my toffee frappuccino latte macchiato. Who cares, and does this illusion of endless choices make anyone happier (I'd say it's the opposite, and what the fuck is "tall cappuccino" in any case)? 

The luxury at the airports can be also nice in certain circumstances. After rough traveling, I love to go to the duty-free shop in my hiking outfit, wearing my last almost-clean clothes and try on the super expensive Sisley hand cream (and wonder who the heck will pay 100 euros for a hand cream), some lipstick and perfume and think that I'm ready for the urban life once again. 

To conclude, here are some of my observations about some airports I've travelled through:
- Entebbe (Uganda): UN flights leaving to South Sudan with peacekeepers on board made my own travels seem quite uninteresting.
- Istanbul: flights all over the world, Muslims wearing their best clothes on the way to Mecca or Medina. Flights to Teheran, Baghdad, Kigali etc. A place to start a real trip!
- Italian airports: last chance to have a cheap and good cappuccino on the way back home.
- Brussels: they have finally ended with the construction work of the train station at the airport, but still, arriving to Brussels still feels like arriving to some backward country in the 1970s, nothing functions. But chocolate is good and last chance to have a cheap Leffe on the way home.
- Amsterdam: the self-flushing toilets are just annoying and uncomfortable.
- JFK: you expect glory and you find concrete. What the heck?? A truly disappointing airport.
-Bujumbura (Burundi): two gates, no screens, and outside some very rusty and old Air Burundi airplanes (to be avoided).

Sunday, 13 October 2013

Love and Anarchy: Camille Claudel 1915

I still need to mention this one film, Camille Claudel 1915, that I saw at the Helsinki International Film Festival, because I happened to visit a little exhibition of Camille Claudel at the Musée Rodin in Paris by coincidence a week later.

Jeune fille à la gerbe, by Camille Claudel. Photo from the website of Musée Rodin.

Camille Claudel was first Rodin's student and later his lover. It didn't end up well as we learn from the film. Claudel ends up in a mental institution where she spends the rest of her life, though she obviously doesn't belong there.

Juliette Binoche played Claudel in the film and she was absolutely fantastic in the role. In her face, you can feel Claudel's dolour, despair and hope. Not much is happening in the film, but the intensity of Binoche's presence is outstanding. The use of actual mentally handicapped people in the casting was courageous, but as it turned out, the best possible solution. I can't understand how the people next to me in the theater could have been eating popcorn - constantly, during the entirety of the film - while watching a film as agonizing as this (who invented the combination of popcorn and cinema in general? Argh!).

At the Musée Rodin, which is by the way a very comfortable museum to visit, I wasn't very impressed by Claudel's works (above one of them). But I really like this one sculpture by Rodin: Voix intérieure ou la méditation.


Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Love and Anarchy: Grigris

Grigris, an African film from Chad, that I saw at the Helsinki International Film Festival had pretty bad actors (or maybe I'm just not used to African style of acting) and very traditional storyline, but I just loved watching it. I felt so happy seeing the African landscape and the African dusty roads and villages. It must be pretty weird, but I felt a bit home-sick.

Too bad, my next holiday flights are already booked for Asia... 

Hmm, I guess I need to live Africa through culture for a while then. Luckily, I have a pile of African literature waiting for me and our last book club reading was The Last Flight of the Flamingo by Mia Couto from Mozambique. How funny, by the way, that we wanted to pick up an African novel by a female author and chose this one among many alternatives. So it was a bit of a surprise when I opened the book the first time and a photo of a white guy greeted me. Mia...

Love and Anarchy: Omar

Once again the Helsinki International Film Festival "Love and Anarchy" offered an excellent selection of movies. 

I went to see five films and while I can recommend all of them, I was perhaps mostly touched by the last film I saw on Saturday. It was a film called Omar by a Palestine film director Hany Abu-Assad. Probably I would have been satisfied just watching the gorgeous principal actor Adam Bakri, but not only that, the film was excellent. The story was like a Shakespeare's tragedy and the spectator can only wish the movie to end quickly so she knows how badly it will end. At some point you just realise that it won't end with a honeymoon in Paris.



Already the beginning of the film is powerful, showing the crossing of the wall surrounding West Bank. The wall is absurd and depressing, anyone should see that. However, the film is not strongly taking sides in the Israel-Palestina conflict. It rather shows the human tragedy taking place in this context - love, betrayal, loyalty, trust. The insanity of wars! The vicious cycles connected to this conflict. In short, a film worth watching, though be aware of some post-film anxiety. 

The conflict in the Middle East hasn't interested me for ages because it seems to be without an end. However, after a good friend of mine spent some time in Palestina as a volunteer, I have taken a new interest in the place. Omar also shows beautiful aspects of the country (and I'm not only talking about the actor playing Omar, but the film in general). Definitely a place to visit in the future.

Thursday, 12 September 2013

Hoarding for autumn

I arrived to England yesterday morning. It was freezing in York. I needed to take a long bath (though I don't complain, there's some luxury into it) in the evening trying to warm up myself. And this despite the fact that the first thing I did in York was to buy an umbrella and a cardigan.

After equipping myself for the British autumn weather (and well, after some conference stuff), I went to discover Marks and Spencer's food department and purchased some nice souvenirs: jam, crumpets, cookies, tea, fudge, and some odd but super delicious Welsh cakes (already gone!). Today I continued with some more cookies and chutney in Bettys, which seems to be the top place to have afternoon tea in York (at least their take-away scones were fantastic). 


Though England is a bit like Switzerland - it doesn't move me much emotionally - I love the grocery stores and the little delis here. I might have even got a bit carried away with my shopping, but after building up this hoard of English goodies, the autumn is very welcome in Helsinki as well. How nice to eat an onion chutney sandwich in a park and watch the leaves fall down from the trees.

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

A Swiss carpe diem


It's good to have the courage to seize the moment and see what happens. This is what I did when I booked flights to Switzerland following a tall and handsome Swiss guy that I hardly knew. Instead of a romance of the life time, I got back home with some great gruyère cheese. Not all the stories end up like some Hollywood films (not that I was expecting that in this case or of my life in general), but you live and learn. Hopefully, the next tall and handsome guy lives in some place a bit more exciting...

                         
To be completely honest with myself and you, it would have been nicer to visit my friends somewhere else in Europe, but I decided to be happy to discover Switzerland a bit. It's funny how the country is beautiful and it has wonderful nature, good bike lanes, town squares filled with cafés and markets full of organic products, but still it doesn't make me say "I just love Switzerland". It's a bit like Belgium (except the opposite in almost any other sense) that it somehow lacks spirit, enthusiasm and passion. It combines good things from France, Italy and Germany and still it's not the sum of these countries, but less.

                           

The Swiss towns are cute however. I enjoyed the beautiful views in the French-speaking Fribourg during the last summer days of the year. Drinking rosé wine at Rue de Lausanne and discovering the small medieval streets in the old town. In Basel, I walked on the banks of the Rhine watching people floating on the river with their picnic stuff packed in water-proof bags (never seen such a thing before). Big groups of people had gathered on the river, probably many of them having got there by swimming (photo below). And the capital, Berne (photo above), had obscure little shops under the long arcades circling around the whole centre and wonderful views from the Rose Garden. Definitely nice places to visit, but maybe not the most memorable towns for tourists.

                             


Perfectionism


No sign of perfectionism when I'm baking. Compare the photo in the cook book and my cake. Mine was delicious however, so who cares. But honestly, I don't how I could have it so wrong...



Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Life out of balance

The Helsinki Festival had a special focus on the American composer / pianist Philip Glass this year. I went to see his beautiful piano recital, but of more interest was the film Koyaanisqatsi for which he had composed the music. The festival also presented the film in the Music Centre of Helsinki with live music, but I opted for the cheap version in the cinema (perfect!).

The film was absolutely gorgeous and the theme was obviously close to my heart: the exploitation of the planet by humans, the consequences and the craziness of it all. The film is directed by Godfrey Reggio and it was made already thirty years ago. However, the theme is even more actual now. In fact, it is devastating to see how things have only got worse. When will we learn that our way of life is not good for us or our surroundings?



The word 'koyaanisqatsi' is Hopi indian language, meaning 'life out of balance'. How wonderful that they have a specific word for that, it is a truly useful word. The film excellently portrays how life is out of balance: that is, humans and the nature are not in balance and humans are not in balance with themselves.

The film starts with amazing images from somewhere in Arizona or Nevada desert. At first, you think that it will be a film of the beauty of the nature. But suddenly, the tone of the music changes and emerge the tractors, the huge machines turning around the soil, explosions, oil rigs. Exploitation of the planet. After the beautiful images, it's a shock. The film goes on to show images of cities and human constructions. 8-lane highways in the USA. Skyscrapers. Big cities. You are simultaneously aghast but also admiring the capacity of the engineers to create and manipulate our environment. A capacity that is so grand that it makes you a little scared as well. 

However, all these constructions and destruction of the nature doesn't seem to make us happy. A sequence of the film with fast and almost psychedelic music and images makes you think of the craziness of our busy and stressed out lives. Like ants working working working without any idea why, no time to think what we are doing and why. And could there be any other way. We don't treat only the nature in a shameful way but also other nations, other people.

The films ends with the explosion of a spacecraft,  I guess the images were of Challenger exploding after its take-off. It was a great symbol for the capacity of the humans to create unimaginable things, but also how this engineering intelligence and greediness lead us to our own fall.

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Hiking and haikus in Jotunheimen


After reading Johanna Sinisalo's novel Birdbrain (could be added to my list of eco-lit), I've been dreaming of leaving the civilization behind for a while and go hiking with one week's food packed in my backpack. Be at the mercy of the nature and/or admire its wonders. Well, I didn't quite shake the civilization's dust off my feet, but I had a wonderful 6-day hike in the Jotunheimen National Park in Norway with a friend of mine.

On Leirvassbu-Gjendebu route.

I have to say that I didn't quite understand that there are such amazing mountains so close to Finland (unfortunately Lapland now feels pretty lame). No need to fly all the way to the Alps. Yet alone to the Himalayas that my friend was recalling at the sight of the Norwegian mountains and valleys. Though flying would be easier than our night in the boat to Stockholm, 6-hour train to Oslo (almost 90 EUR), 3 hours bus ride to Fagernes (around 40 EUR) and hitchhiking for the last 1.5 hours until Gjendesheim (although we were lucky to get a ride in around 5 minutes straight to our final destination). However, this slightly cumbersome trip only put me into a real travelling mood.

For good information on the hiking routes, I used the website Tilltops. It has short descriptions of the routes shown in the map below. We did the following route: Gjendesheim-Glitterheim (1), Glitterheim-Spiterstulen (27: because the route 2 via Glittertind was unrecommended due to bad weather), Spiterstulen-Galhøpiggen (4), Spiterstulen-Leirvassbu (29), Leirvassbu-Gjendebu (28) and finally Memurubu-Gjendesheim (3).


And on this blog, I have written my own description of our 6-day hike in Jotunheimen and illustrated it with some photos taken with a digital pocket camera (everything you pack, you need to carry all the way...). When Tilltops wrote something like "a slight climb" it usually meant something more like "a hell of a climb up if you're not a native Norwegian huntsman", and when it said "a bit stoney", it was more like "what the fuck is wrong with this country", and when it described the path as "unexciting" for us it was spectacular views.


By the Lake Gjende.

After the first - and extremely windy - night in our ultralight tent by the Lake Gjende we were full of energy to start our hike. My friend opted for a heavy breakfast in the Gjendesheim guesthouse (140 kr, or almost 18 EUR), but I was impatient to try out our cooking equipment and lighten my backpack with some grams (the weight of your bag becomes very important after a long way in the mountains). Breakfast included 2 dl of porridge with some goji berries (just pour in the boiling water) and green tea. I had exactly measured this for 6 mornings. The sun was shining and I enjoyed the lovely landscape of the mountains and the green lake. Holidays!

Day 1: Gjendesheim-Glitterheim.


Our first hike was estimated to be 7 hours long, but with our breaks it took around 10 hours. It was our longest, and also the hardest, day trek during our trip. At 8h53 we set off and immediately tested the strength of our thighs on the steep path towards the mountains in the North. The views were spectacular from the beginning. We walked by the Lake Bessvatnet (altitude 1370m) and had a longer break by the Lake Russvatnet listening to the rapids nearby, admiring the snowcapped mountains and writing our first haiku poems. Beautiful everywhere you looked!

"Hennosti kasvaa
Vieressä virtauksen
Runosuonikin."


After lunch I already encountered the first slightly scary moment when we had to cross rapids where a bridge had been destroyed. Adrenaline floating, I surpassed my own fear, and continued with a stronger self-confidence. Wonderful!

After three o'clock I started feeling the hike and the gentle slopes in my muscles. But this was only when the climb really started. The rest of the hike was uncomfortable stony way but the surrounding views were great. Just when I thought we must already be close to our camp site, there was still one steep hill and crossing of snow. This was a moment of slight disheartenment. The last hour was quite painful - gladly, this was the only time during our 6-day hike that I was feeling a loss of energy. 

We put up our tent and measured that it wouldn't be too close to the Glitterheim guesthouse. There was always an official camping ground around the guesthouses, so we had to make sure that we were 1 km away from the house or somehow hidden behind rocks or trees (in order not to pay the around 10 EUR camp fee per person). This meant that we weren't official customers so we had to pay for the shower and weren't really allowed to use the toilets. In Glitterheim the shower was 5 kr, or less than 1 EUR, for three minutes of hot water. Ah, a relief (and the last hot shower during our trek).

Day 2: Glitterheim-Spiterstulen.

We woke up with a very heavy wind and some grey clouds in the sky. After some reflection, we decided (wisely) not to climb Glittertind (2466m) on the way to Spiterstulen but opt for an easier (but "unexciting" said the guide) route. The (not so unexciting) path started with some duckboards, and there were also some spots were there could have been duckboards. I needed to use my friend's hiking sticks to make it safely over these spots. However, in general, the sticks are not needed on the trekking routes we took.



The heavy wind continued and after one hour of hiking it also started raining. Some reindeers (basically the only animals we saw during the entire hike) were watching our smooth journey between the mountains. Before we were half-way through there were some exciting moments when we had to cross steep snow patches. A slip could have ended up in a half-frozen mountain lake.


After a long stoney path (see below this annoying and ankle-twisting path), the last leg of the hike was downhill. The route was estimated to be 5 hours long but again we exceeded this by almost 3 hours.


In Spiterstulen, we had to look for a camping place quite far from the guesthouse, but found a nice and calm spot along the river. After the cold and rainy day, when at moments I had been dreaming of a glass of red wine, we ate pizza at the guesthouse's cafeteria. It was expensive as everything in Norway, 150 kr, almost 20 EUR, but the leftovers served as a great lunch the next day.

The harsh conditions in the mountains don't discourage pretty little flowers from living there.

Day 3: Galdhøpiggen.

From Spiterstulen it is possible to reach many of Norway's highest peaks. We of course chose the highest of them all, Galdhøpiggen (2470m), the highest mountain in the whole Northern Europe.

 The way down was fantastic fun sliding down in the snow.

After an early morning haiku, we started our climb already at 7h20 as the weather forecast had promised sunny weather until noon only (but it was sunny the whole day).

"Aurinko noussut
Kasteisella nurmella
Kaasu pihisee."

That early, it was extremely cold, I was wearing my leggings, hiking trousers and my rain trousers. But the sky was cloudless and we had wonderful hiking weather.

The climb up was hard and steep but already after 2 hours we could see the peak. However, I wasn't fully convinced, the climb up was supposed to last for 4 hours (for a hardcore Norwegian hiker). Indeed, it turned out, this was only the first peak over 2000m on the way to Galdhøpiggen and we had to conquer yet another one to see our final destination. It took us the full 4 hours to reach the café at the top of the mountain. We were among the first ones there at 11 o'clock.


The views were gorgeous 360 degrees around us. Snowcapped mountains and glaciers everywhere. The sky was still cloudless but it was cold and windy at the top. We dried our sweaty clothes for a while in the café sipping overprized tea (40 kr or around 5 EUR). The young man in charge of the place told me that he skies down to another tourist hut 1.5 hours away once a week for a day off and to stock up.


The place started to get full after an hour so we headed down towards Spiterstulen. We took it easy; the rocks had begun to heat up in the sun, so we sunbathed and relaxed in the unwindy spots. Who would have thought that we get a marvelous tan in Norway... 

Although the way up was challenging, it didn't feel that bad as we only had light day bags with us. On our way down it was still nice to look at all the people sweating as they climbed  towards the peak. Ah, thank god, we did it already!

Down in Spiterstulen, we have deserved beers (75 kr, or 10 EUR). Ah!

"Pohje kasvanut
Vuoret valloitettu on
Eräretkellä."

Day 4: Spiterstulen-Leirvassbu.

This was a bit less exciting route. It was again a quite sunny and warm day, so we didn't rush and made the 5-hour distance in around 8 hours. The path followed a river for a long time and only had a gentle slope towards the end of the trek. The views were slighlty more spectacular closer to Leirvassbu when we passed a few mountain lakes.


We set up our tent by the Lake Leirvassbu across the guesthouse. This time we decided to eat at the gueshouse as well, and I finally got some red wine. The guesthouses in Jotunheimen serve full 3-course menus (340 kr, or almost 50 EUR) but it was also possible to choose only a 1st or 2nd course. I had a mushroom soup for 100 kr. Like the other guesthouses, this one as well was very cozy and atmospheric. The dinner service was almost fully booked (the prices are not an obstacle for the local tourists) and there was a real ambience of a trekkers get-together.

On the way back to the tent, my friend dared to have a dip into the lake while I was admiring the beautiful sunset.

Day 5: Leirvassbu-Gjendebu.

My idea of surviving with the food I brought didn't hold the whole time. On the fifth day, we decided to enjoy the breakfast buffet at the guesthouse. It was a very good deal. For 100 kr you can eat as much as you can (fresh stuff, yam!) and also pack some sandwiches to go.

"Muilutettuna
Muna aamupalalta
Lounaaksi syödään."

We had a superb hike in a sunny and warm weather (shorts!). Lakes, fine rapids, mountain chains. As the weather was perfect, we sunbathed half naked next to piles of snow. There were couple of nasty rapids on the way, but at this point my self-confidence started to be pretty high, so nothing that I couldn't have survived even though these were exactly the spots I was most afraid of before our trip.


The route wasn't difficult but it was quite long and we only reached Gjendebu at the other end of the Lake Gjende around six o'clock. My friend swam in the lake once again but, even after a hot day, I only had the courage to dip my feet.

The lovely Gjendebu guesthouse.

Day 6: Besseggen ridge (Memurubu-Gjendesheim).

On the last day of our hike, we took a boat to Memurubu and left our bags to be taken until Gjendesheim (120 kr + 60 kr for the bag). This was maybe the most famous, or at least  the most popular, part of our entire trek. It was the part shown in all photos and book covers and it was also the one that I had been afraid of. In the photos, the ridge looks amazingly thin and those afraid of heights had been writing in blogs that it is reaaaally scary.


Maybe it was because of my greater trust in my hiking capacity but I was almost disappointed. It wasn't scary at all. The part where you walk on a sort of an isthmus between the blue Lake Bessawatnet on the other side and the green Lake Gjende on the other is not thin at all. You could do somersaults and yoga there without any danger. Ex ante stress for no reason.

A bit later, when you need to climb up using both your hands and legs, it's potentially a bit more freightening but above all, fun and physically challening. (There were little dogs doing the route. That's amazing!)


The place is beautiful, there's no question. So if you decide not to go there because you feel you couldn't do it, it's a shame. I guess it is much more challening if you do the route with your heavy backpack and you're coming from the other direction (from Gjendesheim). But with our strategy it was not a problem. This was actually the only time we made the route faster than estimated in the guide. We were in Gjendesheim in 5 hours (in comparison to the estimated 6-8 hours) and made it easily to the bus to Oslo.

Summa summarum, it was definitely a magnificent trek and truly recommendable to everybody with a slightest interest in challening your own body in the most beautiful surroundings. My own favourites were the climb to Galdhøpiggen from Spiterstulen and the hike from Leirvasbu to Gjendebu. We were also extremely lucky with the weather as just before our trip the temperature had been much lower and it had rained almost continuously. I'm already looking forward to my next hike - perhaps in Scotland. For sure, this is the way I want to travel and get to know places in the future.

Some little things that are good to know if you're planning a trek in Jotunheimen:

-Water is available in the countless mountain streams, so no need to carry a lot of water with you. Makes it easy and light!
-No need for a flash light if you go in early July. This was the only unnecessary item with me.
-Pack light. A bit lighter is even better.
-There's breakfast and dinner available in the guesthouses if you have the money. Credit cards can be used. You can make yourself a brown-bag lunch during the breakfast buffet.
-There's no real shops on the route, but you can buy some snacks in the guesthouses.
-The routes are very well marked, but a map is handy for a curious mind (and if you somehow happen to get lost). You can buy the map at the Gjendesheim guesthouse (150 kr).
-There are some direct buses to get to Gjendesheim from Oslo (by Nor-Way Bussekspress). It takes around 4 hours. The timetables are a bit hard to read as they contain many exceptions ("only the third Thursday of the month...").
-Gjendesheim was a great place to start the hike. Other possible routes are available.
-There is a boat circulating in the Lake Gjende. You can get between Gjendesheim, Memurubu and Gjendebu. You can also just send your bag to your destination with the boat. Several boats per day during the high season.
-It is possible to leave some stuff in Gjendesheim for the duration of your hike. The ski hut where you leave the stuff is unwatched and unlocked though.
-You might get hooked on hiking!

Monday, 17 June 2013

Funky Tallinn

I've been neglecting our little neighbouring country for too long. Therefore, a free boat trip to Tallinn offered a welcomed incentive to get to know its capital Tallinn a bit better during a short summer trip. Tallinn doesn't need to be the destination only for the Finns looking for cheap alcohol as it has many attractions interesting to hipsters and others enjoying nice and atmospheric restaurants and cafés.

I surely enjoyed the sunny Saturday there just walking around the city's less beaten tourists paths (anywhere outside the old town). We enjoyed admiring the pretty wooden houses and feeling the slightly bohemian vibe of Kalamaja without any preplanned programme. The design map of Tallinn helped to orientate a bit.  

Here are some Instagram moments of the day trip (sadly I didn't get any photos of the karaoke on the boat... less hipstery atmosphere...).


We had some trouble finding a café at 7am when we arrived to Tallinn, but a bit later we were getting into appropriate holiday mood with prosecco (5 EUR / glass, a bit expensive for Tallinn) at the terrace of Klaus, just next to the fish market. It has a wonderful interior decoration and friendly service (as everywhere we went). Worth a visit!


Older women were selling garden flowers at Balti jaama torg, i.e. the market of the train station.


Lunch at F-hoone, in the "funky neighbourhood" in Telliskivi. The place is full of Soviet style industrial buildings, but inside they had this very cosy and cool restaurant and some small design shops.  Lunch was simple and tasty (I had bruschetta for a starter and buckwheat with mushrooms for a main course; with wine it was only 13 EUR). They offered many vegetarian dishes and, for some unknown reason, clogs for children!


After lunch, looking for some treasures at the flee market.


Dessert at Boheem Kohvik (a crêpe with cottage cheese and honey, yam!). Once again, a very nice interior with furniture that we could have bought for ourselves immediately.

I'm already looking forward to my next trip to Tallinn, for a nice combination of good and inexpensive food, trendy cafés, Estonian design and perhaps some beauty salon stuff (third of the prices in Helsinki). Tallinn made such a nice impression on me that I'm actually considering of traveling to other places in Estonia as well. Aitäh!

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Not making garbage

In February, I made an extra effort to pay attention to the trash I produce at home. I took photos of all the garbage I accumulated and wondered if there are more things I could do to reduce the trash I leave behind. 

Not making garbage was also the first phase in the experiment of Colin Beavan when he decided to live one year trying to cause as little harm to the environment as possible. He describes this experiment in his book "No Impact Man - Saving the Planet One Family at a Time" (2009) (also a blog). It's an inspiring book, though the starting point is horrendously American. I say horrendous, because if you think of the trash the Beavans created with their New York life style (including loads of take away food in plastic packaging), around 30 litres in 4 days, it is lightyears away from my consumption and trash habits. 

Beavan presumed that not making waste would be the easiest part in his "no impact" project. I have to say that it necessitates quite a lot of effort to live a completely trashless life. I haven't managed but I also realised that there are more things I could do. An example how to succeed in such a way of living - because it truly becomes a way of living - can be found in this blog Zero Waste Home. I'm far from making my own make-ups or cleaning products but I find the main ideology of this blog very compelling "refuse, reduce, reuse, recycle, rot". The next step for me is to buy some glass jars or other containers to take to the grocery store with me. Still, I need to find the stores that sell flour, grains etc. not packed (this was actually easy in Italy).

Thanks to recycling, there's not much waste going into the basic waste category. Actually, I only take non-recyclable trash out every two months or so. However, there's a big pile of plastic waiting to get to the collection point of plastic (there are awfully few of them in downtown Helsinki). 

Once I bought an iPad, I have tremendously reduced the paper waste I produce as I no longer subscribe to the paper version of my daily newspaper. Thus, my paper waste mainly contains receipts, envelopes and some magazines.

I also try to not to waste any food. February was a good month, I only had to throw away an orange and some almond milk. I have stopped buying cheese as it often goes bad in a single person's household. According to some studies, single women waste more food than other households. I can believe this because you have to plan carefully your weekly meals in order to avoid finding some unused and  rotten veggies in the back of the fridge. I decided that from now on I will always plan my meals for the coming week. This way I will also make better and healthier food with more variation as I don't to make easy solutions in the grocery store ("oh, some bread will be fine, or some pasta with tomato sauce").

Take Part web site offers some good ideas for reducing wasted food.

1) Freeze lemon/lime as a juice in an ice cube tray. (A good idea, I often have half a lemon lying around for days.)
2) Isolate the trouble fruit so that it doesn't contaminate the other fruits.
3) Put some paper towels at the bottom of the veggie section in the fridge, they absorb moisture that makes veggies go bad.
4) However, don't forget the veggies in the somewhat "hidden" veggie section of the fridge.
5) Learn how to conserve food in a correct place. Not all the veggies belong to fridge, like peppers or avocados.
6) Freeze the herbs you don't use with drops of olive oil. (A very good tip, my herbs never survive for very long in their pots.)
7) Only wash what you are eating, extra moisture is bad for veggies.



So, in one month, I took out my decomposable waste twice. I make the bags out of old newspapers I have saved from times that I still subscribed to the paper version. There was quite a lot of bio waste as I threw away the soil from my dead herbs (look point 6 above...). 







Then I had some paper and carton packaging of food. Mostly I had plastic from food products that can also be recycled (it will be burnt as energy waste). Beavan tells us in his book that in the US, food packaging makes up 20 percent of the nation's solid waste. It's unfortunate that many vegetables are wrapped in plastic in the shops. I need to go to farmers' markets more often to avoid this. 

Lastly, I had been accumulating metal waste for around six months because there is not so much of it. It will also be recycled. This time, I had no glass to recycle except for some wine bottles that I take back to the liquor store.





Below in the photo one thing I encountered in February when I stayed in a hotel in Brussels. I can't understand how hotels can pretend to be eco-conscious with all the not washing linen/towel things (I think they actually just want to save money with that) and then they have plastic cups packed in plastic.  It's just purely ridiculous! And the miniature soaps and shampoos are completely idiotic. Why can't they just have refilled bottles attached to the walls (as some hotels actually do have)?


And finally, my ways to reduce trash:

1) Always carrying a cloth bag with me. Even when buying clothes, I use my own bag.

2) Instead of sanitary pads or tampons, using a menstrual cup. 

Sometimes ecological innovations can really make life easier. Even if I didn't care at all about the environment, I wouldn't give up my Lunette cup, a Finnish eco-invention. It makes periods cleaner, cheaper and easier! The silicon cup can be washed and used for more than a year.

3) Never buying take-away coffee if I don't carry my own cup with me. 

With this new trend adopted from the US that everyone is carrying a take-away coffee in the trams and the streets, I'm constantly stressed about the waste it creates. People, buy a re-useble cup instead if you don't have the time to relax and enjoy a coffee break in a café! Also, in the streets, most of the litter is either cigarettes or disposable coffee cups, very nasty trend. I also keep a spoon with me (this was really necessary in the US) as sometimes only plastic spoons are available in cafés.

Beavan writes about a study according to which some 80 percent of our products are made to be only used once. Shocking! 

4) Always keeping my own water bottle with me and only drinking tapwater. Exceptions are allowed in Africa or other developing countries :) 

5) Trying to reuse all the paper bags that come with bread in the bakeries where I can get bread without packaging. Buying nuts, croissants etc. in my own reused bags (there are always these little paper bags coming from somewhere). 

6) Doing my own reusable bags and taking them with me to the grocery store. 

I have crocheted produce bags that are truly fantastic and handy. They are very easy to make as well, for instructions check this blog. It is a wonderful gift idea as well!

7) At work, I have my own towel in the office so I don't need to use paper towels in the toilet. Not using paper napkins. Using cloth handkerchiefs.

Beavan writes: "The paper towel began to represent my throwaway lifestyle." I have been avoiding that kind of lifestyle and will continue to do so with more vigour.

8) Refilling my washing and fairy liquid bottles in Ruohonjuuri shop where this is possible with Ecover and Ole Hyvä eco-products.

9) Printing only things that I really need.


What I try to do in the future:

1) Make sure that I follow the "rules" above.

2) Farmers' market and bakeries more often and using/reusing my old bags.

3) Choosing grocery stores with less plastic wraps around produces.

4) Planning my meals for a week in advance and going to a store with this shopping list.

5) Buying more second hand clothes instead of new ones. Thinking twice before buying any clothes at all.