There is no right or wrong in being a tourist in Norway, but sometimes a little guide can help you understand how the habits or social behaviour of a Norwegian is.
I think the most important thing to highlight here is that if you ever encounter a Norwegian who does not talk to you, greet you or even look at you, they are not trying to be rude. Believe me. As I pointed out in the last post, our politeness is quite different from British people’s for instance. We focus more on not bothering anyone with our presence, unless we have to. Thus, if we’re met by someone who actually do break this personal space that is created by silence, it is as if we have forgotten how to speak at all.
Travelling obstacles, or beautiful scenery?
For Christmas I brought one of my best friends from University back to Norway. She is from Tuscon in Arizona, and it was really exciting to show her around as our nature is obviously quite different from the dessert. I also brought her with me for spring break, and that was when I finally realized how I have not really looked around and thought:
I am so lucky
Why would you want do study in England, when it’s less expensive in Norway?
Let me tell you this: I am richer now than I have ever been.
Of course I do not mean this money-wise, but I am richer in experiences, memories, friends, knowledge and so on. That is what is important to me. Therefore, choosing between a cheaper education and a more expensive one was easy for me. The latter, studying in England, was an exciting decision I made in hopes of gaining new experiences in a different culture with a different language. I took this chance, this risk, because I needed to challenge myself and step out of my comfort zone.
On my way to England!
It all started in 2012 when I happened to stumble upon a website that turned out to be the personal page of an organisation that helped students apply to University in England, I was immediately intrigued and ordered their magazine right away. I also told my parents about it, but knowing me… they did not really believe it would happen. I had 2 years left in upper-secondary and anything could change, and it did.
Ørsta // Møre og Romsdal // Norway
Somewhere in the midst of Norway you’re able to find a small, but beautiful town, called Ørsta. This is where I am from.
There is about 10,000 people in my town, and most of us already know each other, or someone’s brother/sister/parents.
Ørsta is bigger than what the picture shows, as it only show the “centre” part of it. There are smaller places in Ørsta that have different names, and the dialect tend to differ as to where you live, but only a little bit.