Zunächst ein paar einleitende Worte:
Gestern bekamen wir den Link zu einem Vulkanascheerfahrungsbericht von einer sehr guten Freundin - und jetzt wird es kompliziert, aber es hilft bestimmt etwas zum Verständnis - die:
ursprünglich aus der Ukraine kommt
Also dann, viel Spaß
und Bedauern beim Lesen ihres eigentlich sehr interessanten Berichtes
(wenn die Situation nur nicht so traurig wäre).
Der Bericht von Khrystyna:
"I hasten to write all that has happened to us recently. I want to save each and every image in my memory from the trip we had last week. I am not of that kind who keeps the diary and likes to describe all the travels - there were too many of them in a few couple of years and most of them were special, however, without any spicy flavour. This one, meanwhile, needs to be told or better to say "written" - just because it was so multifarious in a good and bad way and so saturated, that when I finally got home - I thought it lasted at least for a month.
The beginning was
more than trivial. My husband had to take part in a conference in a small
city in Norway called Kongsberg - an hour by local train from Oslo. And
as I had been dreaming about visiting Norway since September last year,
it has been planned to travel there together: he - for the reason of business,
me - for my own pleasure. Nice! Besides, we wanted to visit as well
the Norwegian fjorden, once the conference was finished. So we bought
the tickets from La Rochelle - a nice city an hour away (by car)
from Nantes - to Oslo. And on Monday, 12th of April, we took off.
After arrival to the city we split up for a while - Kostiantyn needed
to go immediately to Kongsberg, as to me - I wanted to stay for a
day in Oslo.
The next day a friend of mine - a brilliant artist from Liverpool who has been living now in Norway for 15 years - came and picked me up for a ride across Telemark - the region where he dwells. And during two days of traveling he showed me Norway I could only see on some really well-done pictures or on his paintings before - the forest of the fine green pine-trees, the clear blue lakes still dreaming covered by ice, the rivers with the big waterfalls, the high grey rocks sleeping deeply under the snow - then small villages, old churches, neat wooden houses - the first country I have seen so far, where except Oslo and maybe two other "big cities" there are no blockhouses ... I was charmed, I was absorbed by the nature, I was happy, I was grateful ...
After two days the conference was finished. And we went with my husband by train to Stavanger. My husband who spent almost three days in the hotel without seeing anything but power point presentations with a lot of graphics and microphotographs of some powders and samples - God knows what - could hardly turn his eyes away from the window - so marvelous it was! But the "highlight" of our trip happened on the next day - when we went by foot from Jorpeland to Lysefjorden and fabulous Preikestolen (Pulpit Rock). The infinity, the strength of nature was so incredible that we couldn't find the words - we were just standing there, on the top, speechless, breathing the air, feeling how fantastic it smells.
All this was a nice
part of our Norwegian adventure. The bad one began when we came back to
Oslo, and on Sunday morning understood that there was no flight back home.
There were no flights at all in Europe, nowhere (but on the south)! We
spent like two hours on crowded train station - which I started to
hate. I always disliked train and bus stations - for me it means
either a long journey or a boring waiting for a long journey. I am fond
of airports on the contrary - it's always quick or at least
quicker. And so we were sitting and checking all possibilities to get
out from Norway so much beloved just a day before. The "sit-and-wait-in-Oslo
option" was rejected immediately - for the reason of absence
of place to sleep. The "train option" had fallen off afterwards
( 400 euros/per person just to go back only to Paris!) followed by the
"car-renting option" (for the same reason). Then the "buss
option" was voted down - this time for the reason of tickets
unavailability. At least for the certain period of time equal to that
one of unavailability of flights. The "hitch-hiking option"
remained the only one left. First, looking at the map we were rather thrilled
by this idea. So many people have done it before! And successfully! We
looked at the map of the city, planned our rout. And then slept that last
night in Oslo peacefully.
The next morning we
got to the Copenhagen train station full of people walking to and fro,
queuing to the ticket offices, information service and even all ticket
machines. Awful - in the literal sense of this word! We tried to get out
of the city on the highway to Rodby (the city with blessed ferry to Germany)
as quick as we could. That day in Denmark on this highway was the worst
in this entire trip - we spent 8 hours just to make 158 km. No, I can
not say that people did not stopped - they did. But just for a few km.
Then they had to turn from the highway. Besides it had been raining the
whole day - we were completely wet, hungry and chilled. After the last
guy - when the distance to Rodby was only 38 km - I could not stand it
anymore, and we started going. And after ten km of march under the squally
rain we got to a tunnel and we didn't know what to do ... And then the
police car stopped. I do not know how they got informed that two certain
- probably - crazy, probably homeless - human beings were marching along
the highway towards Rodby. However, the policeman started to ask us all
standard questions - where are we from, where are we going, why, do we
know that it is forbidden to go along the highway in Denmark, and after
the "questionnaire" was finished he said we had to pay a fine
- 500 euros! And here the dam burst! We started to cry one after another
that it was not our fault that the flights had been cancelled, that the
trains were too expensive, that there were no busses to France till God
knows when, and that we were tired and that if we had these 500 euros
or at least twice as much - we would rather spend 24 hours in trains than
two days on dusty, rainy and cold highways. (Do not get us wrong - we
had a sum more than that but just a month ago we bought a car - which
was not very expensive, but still quite costly (for us) and we wanted
as well to change the apartment in France). He listened to us, looked
again at our IDs, called to the centre and then ordered to get into the
car. We thought "this is the end, my friend" ... But after a
second he told us that he was going to drive us to the nearest city -
about 10 km. - which was just 20 minutes by train from Rodby! Like a taxi
;-) Then there were a train and a
ferry. And Germany! At last! On that very ferry we "stopped"
a dark blue Mercedes with an elderly German businessman going to Freiburg.
He was the first person whom I addressed to and he happened to be the
right one! Serendipity? Luck?
We slept a few hours in the airport. There were so many people that we had to sit on the floor. Some people were waiting there from Thursday - especially those who had flights to the other continents. I got to know one girl from Venezuela - she had been waiting for a flight to Philadelphia 5 days. I thought that even hitch-hiking was better - at least you move and you feel that with each km you are getting closer to your home.
The next days with
the help of a good friend we found "Mitfahrgelegenheit/covoiturage"
to Paris - but it appeared that instead of going directly to Paris the
guy had to drive first to Brussels. That meant extra 3-4 hours of a ride!
With the stupid black music!
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"[...] es ist kaum eine Woche nach dieser Reise vergangen, als mich mein Mann gestern fragte, ob ich an Pfingsten für Ferien nach Korsika fliegen möchte ! :-) Ich habe ihn angeschaut, als ob er völlig bekloppt ist ! Nein, dieses Mal bleibe ich lieber zu Hause oder fahre nur mit Auto irgendwohin ..."