I’m inside this building, the tallest wooden house in Norway, as I type this blog entry. I’m in Trondheim to play a konsert and I’m staying in the old “anarchist squat” area of the city, literally on the “wrong” side of the train tracks. Artist types [ there’s someone standing right outside painting on an easel] have developed this little spot into a nice little wooden community, and I’m to perform in their bar this evening.
Opposite me is a massive concrete structure where German U-Boats docked during the war. The Norwegians were going to blow it up, but then realized the required amount of dynamite would actually raze Trondheim, so they kept it. In fact, they are adding to it; there’s scaffolding on it now.
These are the outskirts of Trondheim, but really the city is quite small and the town centre is a short walk. I get the feeling I am in Galway or somewhere like that. But even in a small city I would get lost. I’ve been getting around by taking digital photos of the streets I traverse, so I can retrace my steps using the pictures, Hansel and Gretel style.
I’ve seen the famous cathedral, with its medieval statues on the outside walls, but I have been unable to get in. I don’t know when it opens. That’s about all the tourism there’s been. Otherwise, I’ve been attempting Trondheim-style drinking, but I wouldn’t recommend trying to keep up with the Trondisk folk. But someone from Galway might be able to.