Just kidding. This post is not about Smoke City, music and underwater love but about underwater basejump. World champion freediver Guillaume Nery dives at Dean’s Blue Hole, the deepest blue hole in the world. The video is filmed entirely on breath hold by his girlfriend and the French champion Julie Gautier to emphasise innovative camera moves and to show the link between freediving and base jumping. Filmed with 5D Marc II, and it completely blew my mind.

We are in Bergen and still waiting for good weather to do a hike called The Journey of The Seven Mountains in Bergen. Last week we went to Lysøen and Stavanger. We summited both Preacher’s Pulpit and Kjerag. Here are some pictures:

We got our summit stones from DSD yesterday, and we are ready now for heading over to Norway. I don’t know so much about DSD, but I know enough to say that discovery of DSD’s website was an uplifting experience. We are taking several ziplock bags containing painted stones from different summits and 60-page booklet entitled “An Adventure Muse” with us. The booklet contains quotes on the nature of adventures, journeys, life, wilderness, karma, love. We will place DSD’s summit stones on different places and summits in Europe, and if you are in the right place at the right time, you will find one.

PS: Thank you DSD, and so that you know: I’ll keep the one on the right side.  I hope you don’t mind.

While reading Kraig’s post about greatest and most famous travel adventures in history, I suddenly remembered that I forgot how amazed and happy I was while reading “The Wonderful Adventures of Nils” when I was about seven years old. Since the days of Hans Christian Andersen nothing in Scandinavian literature could be compared to this remarkable book written by Selma Lagerlöf (maybe only Pippi Longstocking but many years later).  Selma was Swedish novelist who in 1909 became the first woman and also the first Swedish writer to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. The book about Nils Holgersson Thumbietot and his adventures was first published in 1906, and it has been translated into thirty-seven different languages.  The book was commissioned by the Swedish Ministry of Education, which wanted a book to teach children about the country they were growing up in, about its geography and its history, its people and its animals.

Once there was a boy. He was, let us say, something like fourteen years old; long and loose jointed and towheaded. He wasn’t good for much, that boy. His chief delight was to eat and sleep, and after that he liked best to make mischief. It was a Sunday morning and the boy’s parents were getting ready for church. The boy, in his shirt sleeves, sat on the edge of the table thinking how lucky it was that both father and mother were going away so the coast would be clear for a couple of hours. “Good! Now I can take down pop’s gun and fire off a shot, without anybody’s meddling interference,” he said to himself.

PS: Unfortunately, I couldn’t find english version of Nils Holgersson’s wonderful adventures: