Gina Tandberg


Tagg: Sächsische Schweiz


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The spontaneous travels always turn out to be the best. Like this summer, when me and my little brother decided to just leave all the organizing stuff behind for a week, packed our bags and booked train tickets to Bad Schandau. Hiking for three days, biking for two, followed by a day and a half in Prague turned out to be a great idea. Although we hadn’t even planned that much up front. Sitting in an apartment in Neukölln looking back on the pictures while wearing three layers of wool and drinking ginger tea, it feels so long ago. The heat, the wasps, the physical intensity.

But also the impressive landscapes, the tiny villages, the nannies hanging out their laundry in their underwear. The delight of finally reaching the top of a rocky hill to enjoy the view. Of drinking cold beer with the locals in the evening after hiking for eight hours. Of swimming in the ice cold stream in to chill our swollen feet in the evening. Hitch-hiking for the first time in our lives (with cute German climbers). Encountering the local scout group, whereupon my brother, to my amusement, exclaimed “you know you are far away from any civilisation when you meet the local scouts”. They actually looked more surprised to see us, than we to see them. Drinking ten litres of Dobravoda a day and stopping to pee every ten minutes. Biking along the Elbe, passing abandoned houses and factories.

Pushing a bike up a mountain in the forest with only a small path while laughing at the absurdity of spending the summer holiday pushing bikes up mountains somewhere in the Czech Republic. Then laughing at the locals staring at us when we suddenly came of out nowhere on bikes, buying fourteen litres of water at the local kiosk, where there had been no tourists since that Danish guy got lost there in -97. Eating pizza from the microwave at a brown football pub with the locals, after being to hungry and tired, we could cry, but chose to laugh at the sound of the microwave in the only place to get something to eat for miles.

Sailing down an 8 km long downhill side just as the sun set, realizing what altitudes we had actually biked up earlier that day. Laughing at my brothers two t-shirts and three boxers, which stank more and more everyday. Laughing at the ridiculous amount of sweet things in Czech super markets (“There just is no word for sugar in the Czech republic you see”). Laughing until we cried at the sign “Novly Svet”, when being so sweaty like we didn’t imagine possible. Walking around in stunning, though boiling Prague, trying to escape the tourists, the wasps, the heat, the smell of my brothers stinky t-shirts (the underwear I won’t even mention). Then stumbling upon Kafkas grave as a perfect ending of a perfect spontaneous trip.


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Det siste året har det dukket opp påfallende mange bilder fra fjelltopper og skogsvann på facebook-feeden min. Først synes jeg at ikke bare all denne skrytingen, men også denne plutselige og overveldende interessen for naturopplevelser var nesten ironisk. Men så begynte jeg å tenke over at de fleste av mine venner og bekjente begynner å nærme seg et kvart århundre. Kanskje dette er nettopp den alderen da man begynner å finne tilbake til verdier som det naturlige og familiære. De siste årene ar vært preget av urbant byliv og studier, og nå er det som om noe drar oss tilbake til naturen vi kom fra. Jeg lengter oftere ut av byen. Jeg søker innsjøene og skogen for å finne roen. Dette er andre turen til Sächsische Schweiz i løpet av fire måneder. Jeg kan nesten ikke vente til våren og nye muligheter for å sette seg på et tog med termos og sekk. Til å innlosjere på et enkelt vandrehjem og gå og gå til jeg ikke har en eneste tanke igjen i hodet. Å sette en fot foran den andre hele veien hjem og sovne av trøtthet og tilfredshet på sofaen.


The past year, there have been noticeable many pictures of mountains and lakes in my facebook-feed. At first, I thought the bragging and the sudden and overwhelming interest for nature almost ironical. But then I started thinking about the fact that most of my friends and acquaintances are approaching half a century. Maybe this is the when you start finding back to values like the natural and familiar. The last few years have been typically been filled with a busy student life in a big city, and now there is something pulling us back towards the nature from which we came. I am longing more often out of the city. I seek the lakes and the forest to find peace. This was the second trip to Sächsische Schweiz in four months. And I almost cannot wait for the spring to come with new possibilities to get on a train with e thermo can and a backpack. To check in at a simple inn and walk until my feet are heavy and there’s not one thought left in my head. To set the one foot in front of the other all the way home and to fall asleep an the sofa of tiredness and contentment.