Det lille avlastningsbordet i samme serie er 40 cm høyt og veier 7,1 kg. Mulig det får bli en erstatning snart. Fargen er bare så DEILIG! Har lagt merke til at det kommer mer og mer gult i sortimentet fremover. Det kan jeg like.

Lurer på om det kommer noe lignende TROLLSTA i litt letter materialer?

I går så jeg “Whip It” av Drew Barrymore & co. Ellen Page som spiller Bliss er forresten ganske fantastisk (i Juno og).

Finnes dette i Norge? I WANT IN!

Vi har en kjøkkenkampanje gående om dagen, og den røde tråden i månedens blad skulle være nettopp dette. Derfor skulle jeg fokusere på kjøkkenet til sjefen. Eneste jeg hadde hørt var at hun hadde et fint kjøkken, lite visste jeg at kjøkkenet var sentrum av huset og at hele huset var planlagt ut i fra dette rommet. Det var altså så fint, åpent og lyst. Gigantiske vinduer. Hvitt. Perfekt blanding av materialer, stiler, gammelt og nytt. Og såklart mye møbler og slikt fra damens favorittdesigner Ray og Charles Eames.

Så når jeg blir stor skal jeg ha huset mitt fullt av Eames-møbler. Grei kontrast til Jærstolen sieru? Siden jeg nå er i min gule fase kan du tro jeg er forelsket i denne gule stolen.

Andre strøk på Jærstolene er tatt og det er konstatert at jeg må ta et til. Men det ser jaggu bra ut altså. Fornøyd med fargen, håndverket er kanskje så som så. Det er jo hjemmelaga…

Jeg så ut som en smurf mens jeg pussa de, men slik ser de nå ut med ett strøk Lady Classic 40. Nå må de tørke i 24 timer før strøk to forhåpentligvis i morgen kveld.

Har enda et maleprosjekt i tankene når dette er ferdig. Nemlig dørene du ser i bakgrunnen. Jeg er forferdelig glad i farge, og har siden vi var i Amsterdam på interiørmessen Woonbeurs i slutten av september har jeg ønsket noe gult inn i leiligheten. Foreløpig har jeg altså ikke lykkes, men jeg vurderer altså å male dørene på bokhylla mi gule…

The last two weeks Nikki and I have left Pao in Manila and took a plane to Saigon. I had a really bad flu and slept for 24 hours the last days in Manila. Really excited to go travelling when you feel like shit. Not. But I managed to survive. The thing is that when you are out travelling and do not have any plans about where you are going or what you are doing is that it’s good to have a clear head. Nikki was going to take care of that part. But all of a sudden she got really sick and started vomiting at the airport. We had to fill out forms for immigration that we were feeling healthy. One girl with a really bad flu and one with food poisoning. But we had the best of luck. A man in front of us started talking to us right after we had landed. He was a Norwegian elderly man who had been to Vietnam seven times before and knew the country. He offered us to join him in a taxi to the city and find us a hotel room. We got a room and woke up the next day by a lot of noise from machines. So, I got up and used the computers in the reseption to find out how we could get to Mui Ne. Luckily Trine who had just been there answered me quickly on facebook and she gave me some pointers. But, we found out that we were totally lost in translation here as well as in Japan.

From the hotel we walked through the busiest roundabout I’ve ever seen. In Vietnam there are no trafic ruels, or it seems that way. The trick is to just honk the horn and hope that people will move or that you are able to slow down or avoid crashing, this is the same if you are a pedestrian. Very scary for two really tired Norwegians with big backpacks. We survived the roundabout and found the bus station and a guy that talked English. He said that we had to take the bus to another bus station. That took an hour and I don’t think it was that far, but the trafic is crazy. We found a sign that said Mui Ne, got a ticket and jumped on the bus. A mini bus. We got the backsetes, which was great because they were ment for four people, so we had some room for our long beautiful legs! Of course we had our ipods fully charged and our cool headphones from Japan. Sleeping to the honking noise from every motorbike or car on the road. All the smells. Oh my. It’s weird how people live in these strong smells. I woke up and my eyes were stinging of the strong smell.

Suddenly the car took a turn to the left and out of the normal road and into a field. We looked at each other with questionmarks all over our faces. Soon we found out that Nikki was sitting on a big metal pipe that the bus was delivering. About twenty Vietamese men tried to take the pipe out. It was so heavy and they were all screaming at each other. Crazy experience.

The bus was actually going to Phan Tiet which is the closest town to Mui Ne. There we had to change bus or take a taxi to Mui Ne. Luckily the girl in front of us knew about three words in English, but she managed to communicate that she was going to Mui Ne because she worked there. So I asked her: “We follow you?” with some body language. So we got on another bus, a local and very crowded bus heading for Mui Ne. It took a while but suddenly we could see that we were in the tourist area. Huge resorts all along the seaside. Too expensive for us. But suddenly we saw a sign “Sunshine Beach Hotel”. Trine and Bård had stayed there a couple of weeks before and didn’t pay too much. We were tired, still not feeling too well so we jumped of the bus and got a room. Air Condition, TV and breakfast included. And right at the beach. It was beautiful. So, what do we do? Yes, we barricaded us in our room from Tuesday until Sunday morning to write our assignments. We didn’t want to risk getting more sick and not be able to write. But by Sunday I was finishing up, as were Nikki. So we desided to take a day at the beach, write our conclutions, and then celebrate. By four in the evening we left our room for dinner. Nikki got talking to a guy at breakfast the first day. A Norwegian guy that were there with eight other Norwegians. He said that WAX was the place to be, to when we finally had the chance to go out, we ended up at WAX. There we met Anne from Germany, but who lived in the Netherlands, Beatrice from Switzerland and Vincent from the Netherlands. We really connected and hung out with the girls almost all the rest of our stay.

To go swimming in Mui Ne was not the easiest thing. The waves crashed right on the beach and you really had to time when to go out and when to get in. If you didn’t want to feel like you were in a washing machine. Nikki almost lost her bikini once. Funny, but not so practical. Hanging out at the beach all day, eating and drinking at night. But finally no assignments over our heads. I got talking to another of the Norwegian guys. He was from Stavanger. Of course I asked if he knew the two people I know from Stavanger; Ole Fredrik and Janne (who also was a student with us in Brisbane). And what do you know, on the other side of the world, I met a friend of Janne. The world is getting so small.

The Norwegians left the same day as we did. Crazy of me, but I envy the fact that they were going home. It’s not that I don’t want to see Cambodia, I really do. But I’m so tired of travelling now and I really miss my family and friends, and most of all I miss to not live in a bag and to have to do something all the time to not feel that I am wasting any time. So I’m really looking forward to getting home and do absolutely NOTHING but eat, sleep and hang out with people I love. It has been a great trip. I’ve learned a lot. Not only about the culture and people of the countries I’ve visited, but about myself as well. This semester my life has been turned upside/down. Nonetheless, I’m really looking forward to my last semester in Volda living with 4 other girls in “Villan”, a great big house.

Friday Mikal, Nikki and me are leaving for Manila for the weekend before Nikki and me are doing Vietnam on our own. Only 4 weeks until Christmas now. I miss my family and friends more and more…

Nikki, Janne and I was picked up by a Japanese woman and she drove us to her house and family for a BBQ. Sitting outside in the ice cold dark, they had a TV outside. They showed us Japanese music on Top 40 and an animation movie. Sitting outside around a BBQ in the freezing cold watching Japanese Top 40, a surrealistic experience.

Next stop was Toyama. Our teachers hometown! We had homestay with a buddhist priest!!!! It was the most beautiful (and cold) house I’ve ever seen. They actually had a small buddhist temple in the middle of the house. I don’t know if it was the stressful days or the futon it self, but I slept like a child on it. (”A futon is a flat, about 5 centimetres thick matress with a fabric exterior stuffed with cotton or synthetic batting that makes up a Japanese bed.” ref: Wikipedia)

In Kyoto it was temple sightseeing and other stuff. And shopping. Lot’s and lot’s of shopping. A lot of traditional food tasting too. A lot of tofu on my plate. With no taste… The hotel had western and Japanese style beds. I chose the futon and slept like a baby again. In Kyoto we finally went to a karaoke palace! Even Tengyo and Kjell-des joined us, we had a blast!

At 4:30 pm we got picked up bu Meredith Thompson, or Mary, at the Wharf. We rode about twenty minutes outside the town. Huge flat acres with sheep and some with wheat. They, Mary and her husband Tony, have about 4000 of them. And they have three horses, some hens, four dogs and 3 children, but they are away at boarding school. They are really cotton farmers, but it’s not possible with the drought. If I’m not mistaken they own about 90 000 acres. They are an irrigation farm, but because the government are trying to fill up the Darling river again, they can’t use the water they need for the cotton. But they have a lake where they go water skiing and stuff. We drove around it today (Tuesday). It’s such a large area…

Earlier today a group of us went out to a shearing farm. It was an hour outside Bourke and the soil was really dry. On the farm they had a lot of wool sheep. (Yeah, there is different kinds here. These ones was mainly for wool, as for the Thompson sheep is for meat.) We watched them cut off the thick wool, blood was spilled and the sheep were sent down a shaft… It was horrible to look at, but I guess that’s just how the human race is. They don’t like to think that animals feel pain. The shearers earned $2.40 pr sheep. The fastest one on the farm could do over 300 in one day, but the normal was around 150. $360 a day. Hardly 1700NOK for one long day of extremely hard work.

Tomorrow we are going to visit some radio stations and a newspaper. I think!

Well. I’m actually writing this, sitting in my bed in a camp in Bourke. Kidman camp is the place called, and I was supposed to share this little hut with Janne and Nicole. But, minding our own buisness, suddenly Janne says: “Nikki, you should go outside.” We go out the door and turn around to see the biggest spider I’ve ever seen. It was as big as my hand. Nikki and her serious aracnophobia screaming and running. She was not in a million years going to sleep in that cabin. I can understand her. It was the most ugly and scary creature I’ve ever seen. But now, I’m here and I just finished hunting the smaller once down. I had four of them right where my pillow is. Spiders are OK, but not inside the house.

Tomorrow we are meeting up with the families that we are going to stay with for the rest of the week. Nikki and I (the two vegetarians) are heading a bit out of town to an irrigation farm. What that is? I don’t have a clue. It has something to do with water… But I guess I’ll learn more tomorrow!

Good night spiders!