bergen
like gold laden norse gods bloodied and returning … we arrive demanding a feast .
we are treated to several square metres of war hero duvet covered with very tasty spiced kebab meat ……also a moistened sleeping bag full of felafel ….. there are multitudinous goblets of fine fizzing yellow ale . we are very pleased to be here .
it soon becomes clear that clive is indeed a heroic warrior not unfamiliar with these fjords and its noble beards and pigtails .. we are welcomed like the brothers of a king from rock and roll sagas deep and rich .
berger and anita are our guide through these riffing tapestries .
bergen is the beautifullest harbour any of our watery eyeballs have clapped onto …. wooden houses nestle in the wooded dells …..a fairy tale railway lifts the pilgrims up the rocks and crags to an eirie …….views of a tolkien epic vastness and panoramic aspec gtreet us ….hooray !!!!!!!!!!!
i buy some socks with riendeers on .
later on we do a gig .
then we feast on fizzy yellow beer .then we go and watch as a young viking man plays classic blues pop / rock to a halle of young heroic vikings jumping up and down . a song called “the most beautiful girl in oslo ” stands out i my yellow fizzy mind .
tomorrow is spent walking amongst the wooded house in the smouet of the old town ….down to the sardine factory … tales of post avant rock imrov battles are told … we nod appreciatively … these are the stories we need to make our own .
back up through the sky over those winking glittering fjords …… back to our own fine but very much less beautiful harbour . we will and we must come back to bergen … to enrichen the saga of get the blessing .
