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Yes, Red Light. If you’re thinking of sexual harassment now, you’re wrong. You’re also wrong if your thoughts go to Amsterdam. If you’re imagining traffic lights, on the other hand, you’re absolutely right. Also, you’re not a pervert. Most of us travel in one way or another during the day, and we often have to deal with traffic lights. They look a bit different around the world, but they are all essentially the same, at least if we keep public transportation lights out of the equation.

The illustration to your left probably gave away this entry’s subject straight away, removing most of the suspense, but I felt it was necessary just to make sure we’re all on the same page: Red means “stop”, green means “go” while yellow means “pay attention, because soon you’ll have to either stop or go”. If you’re red-green color blind, the illustration probably doesn’t make any sense, and if you feel all angry and left out right now, I apologize. Thankfully, you should still be able to understand what is happening in the real world since, usually, the red light contains some orange in its hue, and the green light contains some blue. In any case: Top light equals STOP, bottom light equals GO. It’s pretty damn simple, don’t you think?

And still, there are tons of nincompoops who have no idea what is going on when they see a traffic light. For some people, both red and green lights means “step into road”. And this has to stop. As you know, I ride my bike to and from work and it can be quite challenging. Not so much going to work, because there are not that many people out and about early in the morning. But going home is always a game of “Don’t Kill the Pedestrian” spiced up with a little “Don’t Get Killed by the Car”. Pedestrians: Red light means that you have to stay patiently on the sidewalk and wait for the light to turn green. For the record, the sidewalk doesn’t include the bicycle lane. You’ve got a huge, paved area that’s exclusive to you. The bicycle lane, on the other hand, is my domain. If you continue to walk across the road on red light, I will run into you at some point and it will be painful for the both of us. Let’s work together to avoid that.

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Back in May 2008 three female Norwegian teenagers were stopped on their way out of Bolivia with a sweet 22,4 kilograms of cocaine hidden in their luggage. This was the start of a massive media show, with every single TV station and newspaper getting on the first flight bound for Cochabamba, Bolivia, where the girls were jailed. When something happens with Norwegians abroad, we seem to love it – at least the media does. The arrest of the three teenagers got almost as much media attention as the arrest of and subsequent trial against Joshua French and Tjostolv Moland, two Norwegian “security contractors” arrested in May 2009 in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, accused of murdering their driver by gunshot and of espionage for Norway.

But let’s get back to Bolivia. There are a lot of places you don’t want to get busted for drug smuggling. The worst is probably Singapore, where the award is execution, but I’m guessing Bolivia isn’t a walk in the park either. That was probably what one of the three girls thought as well, and when she was released on a NOK 200 000 (~USD 35 000) bail in December 2009, she decided to get the hell out of the country and back to Norway. Here she was charged for attempting to smuggle the cocaine to Norway, but just recently she got acquitted by a Norwegian court.

The two girls still stuck in Cochabamba were not that lucky: In April 2010 they were both sentenced to 13 years and four months in jail for their failed smuggling attempt. The sentence was later reduced to 10 years and eight months for both of them. But one of the girls, Stina Brendemo Hagen, decided that she didn’t want to spend her twenties in a Bolivian jail, and when she was released on bail in August 2011, she fled the country and flew back to Norway.

And here she is free to live a perfectly normal life because the Norwegian authorities won’t prosecute her as she “can’t be sentenced for the same charges twice”. It doesn’t even look like she has to serve her ten years of jail time in a Norwegian jail either, so basically she’s off the hook (source, source, both in Norwegian). My three word comment: What the fuck!?

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Everything went according to plan on Friday: We had that greasy burger at Beach Club before we headed for the Oslo Whisky Festival where we sampled both familiar and exotic brands. Like every year the attendance is roughly 99% male, with the odd female scattered around. Most of the people working on the conference floor, on the other hand, were female, and some of them quite good looking, too. I can imagine that the job can potentially get a little bit frustrating as the blood alcohol level of the crowd increases and the middle aged men start to flirt the only way they know: Ass-grabbing.

I really enjoyed the festival this year, and focused on quantity rather than quality when nosing. Ola has always laughed at me for trying weird whiskies, but this year I think it really paid off. Amongst the many different brands available I found Buffalo Trace, a mild, but complex, American whisky. It’s quite possible that I enjoyed this one the most because it was the first one I tried, and drinking whisky for an entire evening can be quite the ordeal for an tastebuds.

We also tried the whisky bar, where they use whisky in drinks. This is considered sacrilegious by the most hard core whisky drinkers, so the bar is hidden in a corner of the conference floor. Going there is frowned upon, but we took our chances and came back happy. I don’t remember the names of any of the drinks, but but if you’re ever offered a drink that contains whisky, fear not – it’s a good chance you’ll like it, even if you’re not a whisky drinker.

Some of the distillers and importers can be quite pretentious when describing their goods, and here’s the most over-the-top description I found this year (translation by me):

Eagle Rare Single Barrel 10YO has a dark bronze color. Early in the scent picture one can find grain, toasted wheat bread, honey and tobacco leaves. The scent then goes on to become ripe banana, charcoal, almonds, butter, melon. Eagle Rare has an incredibly complex taste picture and you quickly feel that there is a lot to be found. You will discover the taste of raisins, grape fruit, charred oak and candid almonds. The closing is long, sweet, moderately flaming and pleasantly oily.

Moderately flaming and pleasantly oily. All righty, then.

Tomorrow it’s the annual Oslo Whisky Festival, organized by the very enthusiastic Chris Maile. When it came to brown liquor, I used to be a cognac drinker, but after a visit to the festival a few years ago, whisky became an excellent alternative. Since then I’ve been there with good friends every year, except for last year, when I accidentally went to London with Anniken and her family instead. I tend to enjoy the milder whisky brands, without that intense smell, taste and aftertaste of smoke that some of the brands have. But I’m still open to give them a second (or maybe even third) try, though. That’s the great thing about the Oslo Whisky Festival, it gives you the opportunity to try brands that you’d never had to chance sample anywhere else. Japanese whisky, for instance. Interesting stuff.

Even though I enjoy the odd glass, I really don’t know anything about whisky, which is a bit quite embarrassing. To top it off, I’ve only bought a single bottle of it all my life, a The Famous Grouse Blended Scotch Whisky, which sits half full in my liquor cabinet. I can hear Kristoffer1) laughing all the way from the other side of the country. So, to actually be a little prepared for tomorrow, I decided to read up on some basic whisky knowledge. Here’s my quick “Whisky for Newbie Nosers” (which is mostly ripped off Wikipedia):

First, let’s start off easy with a video. It’s a few minutes long – and a commercial for Johnnie Walker – but it’s very well done. And it’s got bag pipes. I love bag pipes.

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Yes, it’s Friday, without doubt the greatest day ever invented. A lot of people have Friday rituals to celebrate this marvelous day. Take my father, for instance, who has, for as long as I can possibly remember, had a bottle of the same brand of white wine every Friday evening. The love of my life also enjoys a glass of wine on Friday night – I’ve got the impression many people do – but to her utter annoyance, I don’t. I have my own (weird) Friday rituals:

  1. Don’t bring my own lunch to work, but instead buy lunch in the canteen.
  2. Have an energy drink some time after dinner.

As you can imagine, my Fridays are pretty damn wild. Buy lunch!? I’m crazy. But at least I’ve got bragging rights for sampling quite a lot of different energy drinks. And since Anniken is visiting her parents on this particular Friday – probably to have someone to drink wine with – I’m home alone and free to go wild: I’m having three energy drinks this evening!

Continue reading "SoBe Pure Rush." →

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