My first time.

And it is a scary one?

Or maybe just weird? See, I remember this time when there were borders, but slightly. I used to just driving thru Europe, so… information, that Norway does not belong to EU, hit me. It in fact changed nothing except this. This huge shop in a middle of nowhere. With fancy everything.

I mean really everything including tones of sweets.

I literally mean tones…

And a sexshop. Yeah that was my first one between Norway and Sweden. Yes, I felt shocked. Does it mean I am prude? Maybe I am?

Or maybe I hate this shade of pink?

And then those sculptures. I am done Norway, thank you. I came here for fiords and trolls and vikings, and I got this?

Oh well, at least now we can see some wilderness.

This should stun me, but…

… even with other side of a bridge I felt only fear. Fear of heights.

Oh, maybe in fact being there could be fun? Imagine spending here whole year? Seeing this part of the world changing into white hell?

But is it so much fun? This place seems busy.

Quiet second.

Cool slide, although I would be scared…

Fancy Swedish side.

Heart on the bridge.

More of the Swedish side… I could go there, but we have no time and it is so hot.

Oh and more bridges. Scary.

And more cute cottages.

And more blue.

Okay, I get people loving it, but still, I miss my Island. We have so much beauty here, it is enough to me.

Yup… Norway…

Norway – Sweden, Sweden – Norway… and Sweden again.

So busy down there, so busy up here. Here cars, there boats.

Those people must be rich. Riding here and there. I get it, the boat is the only way to reach form point A to B, but they just play… I will take my poor ass from here, but first – I need a magnet from Norway! I am not leaving this side without it! And a troll if it is possible and a moose!!! And maybe some northern lights?

Do they pack them?

Can I have a pound or six?

Because  do not think I will be brave enough to stay here longer than an hour or two.