like all of Scandinavia – is an orderly country. Clean not only in terms of streets or public spaces, but also the air, which smells of forest and water. Here, nature is not an accessory – it is the first voice, the narrator of this story.
It’s the northern lights dancing across the sky, mountains descending into the sea without asking permission. Fjords where the air has a taste, and silence sounds deeper than anywhere else. In Norway, you don’t walk – you trek. Inwards, towards the light, towards yourself.
Tall figures speak rarely but always help. This is a land where solitude does not hurt, and space heals. A conversation with a local fisherman often makes more sense than any lecture. Fishing is a passion for many here.
In Tromsø, you can experience the adventure of a lifetime; in Oslo – modernity intertwined with history; and in Bergen – rain becomes part of the landscape. Waterfalls roar, wood creaks in a hillside cabin, and the morning chill wakes you better than the strongest coffee.
Norway is also a land of trolls, sagas, and legends. Viking ships and contemporary architecture blend into the landscape rather than dominate it.
In cities, you can feel the pulse of life – music, festivals, lights. But it’s the night, or rather its absence, that stays in memory the longest. The light never disappears – the day can last all night, and the night may never come. And if it does, it brings the northern lights, dancing across the sky like a dream you don’t want to end.
In Norway, you don’t need many words. Just look, breathe, and simply – be.
