On Saturday evening I didn't put on enough jumpers, and wandered into town for Lysfesten, a big event they have every year where everyone assembles in Festplassen and sings Christmas songs, they turn on the Christmas lights and have a big firework display.
I arrived nice and prompt while they were still warming up. While they were doing that, they rest of us cooled down. A lot. It was freezing. In fact, it was well below freezing, and the fire torches they were giving out didn't really do much to help matters. They were fun though.
Merry Christmas, from everyone at Bergens Tidende
They had an interesting array of people lined up to entertain us. They're celebrating 200 years since Ole Bull's birth this year, so we heard a bit about him, and then some rappers came out and rapped about him, which was a tad odd. They had a load of kids bundled up in cosy jumpers and Santa hats enthusiastically singing us Christmas song. They were a bit tuneless, but then so was I, and I did insist on singing along to the ones I knew. This one's my personal favourite, but I haven't learnt all the words yet because it goes on for a while:
They actually didn't sing this one though, they just played the music. I sang it :)
I ran into some friends after a while, which was good because it meant I could dance around to warm up and not look as stupid. We were determined to stick it out until the fireworks though, even though I was beginning to wonder if my fingers/toes would ever recover. I need to get better gloves before I go to Tromsø.
Here's a nice video of the proceedings that I stole from NRK. I have a video of the fireworks, but you can see them here as well, and you don't get the occasional camera shake due to loss of sensation in fingers.
Photo taken somewhere up Fløyen, I would guess
And just to give you all nightmares, a horrendous photo of me with my torch:
It's a look, I guess
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