It's 5:15pm. I'm all alone on a train that will take me 4 hours north from London to the middle of nowhere (apologies James). I have no-one waiting for me and I honestly have no clue where I will end up being tomorrow or the day after. I am scared and excited at the same time.
All I have with me is a few pairs of sock, underwear, an extra T-Shirt, a toothbrush, a deodorant, a pair of pyjama pants with little stars on them, a camera and a tripod.
I have always had the dream of flying to the United States, renting a car and driving across the continent from one ocean to the other. Seeing places like the Yosemite Park and the Grand Canyon seemed as far as getting a star one the walk of fame for a novice actor. At the same time, I had been fascinated by landscape and nature photography for years – but I never really had a camera of my own.
So last year, despite the rational mind trying to convince me otherwise, I gathered my courage and took the leap of faith: I bought my first camera, tickets to the US and decided to become the best landscape photographer in the world.
It was a very regular Friday morning a few weeks ago when my buddy, Bogdan, asked me “Hey, how about a hiking trip to Norway?”.
Him and his wife wanted to hike the mountains of Jotunheimen for a week. I unfortunately could not excuse myself for that long of a period since my dearest, darling had her graduation coming up. However, a quick weekend might actually fit into the diary.