måndag 27 februari 2017


We eat way more fruit now that when we lived in Norway. I honestly don't think it has that much to do with the fact that we live in a tropical country, since most of the fruit is still imported, but rather because we happen to prepare more food at home and are trying new recipes. Fruit (like pineapple and mango) has just happened to be a part of more of the recipes that we are trying, plus I eat banana pretty much for breakfast and lunch everyday, either as topping for my bran flakes or as part of a smoothie or a chia pudding. 

Well, that was a long rant about fruit. The reason I got in to that topic is this giant down here. A mango. Banana for scale:

fredag 3 februari 2017


This thing here is going to have a huge impact on our everyday life here (I'm sad to admit, wish we could live here without one). We are now renting a nice little Toyota that will make grocery shopping and socializing so much easier, and exploring possible.

tisdag 31 januari 2017


This weekend me and Andreas, plus a whole bunch of guys from his work, went hiking up Mount Kinabalu. The mountain is located in the northern, Malaysian part of Borneo, a few hours from the city Kota Kinabalu.

The hike was - without a doubt - the single most strenuous physical activity I have ever forced myself through. The first day of the hike we walked from about 9 in the morning until maybe 3 in the afternoon, with a few stops on the way. And was all uphill, going from ca 1800 meters to 3200 meters above sea-level. It was like walking up stairs for hours and hours. The camp we stayed at had proper beds and food so we had a good and well deserved rest.

The second, the Saturday, day we woke up at 1:30 in the morning to start walking so we could catch the sunrise from the summit. After about 3-4 hours we were at the top, at 4095 m. By then it was pretty cold and we didn't stay very long. We walked down again and had lunch (or actually breakfast, because by then it was about 9 in the morning) and continued walking all the way down. That day I think we walked for maybe 12 hours. And the downhill part was maybe not as bad in the way the uphill was - with being constantly panting - but it was quite the challenge for thighs, knees and ankles.

On Sunday and Monday I could hardly walk. Everything hurt.

onsdag 21 december 2016


We have slowly but surely been upgrading our garden from a pretty boring one to a more and more lush and green place. We buy some of the plants from the local plant-market, but every now and then someone posts on the "buy and sell" group on Facebook that they want to sell stuff from their garden. Apparently that's what you do here, when you move, you sell all the plants you have bought for you garden and try to restore it to what it was when you moved in. It's weird, a bit ridiculous, but practical for us who want big plants for our place. A while back one of those posts came up, and we agreed with the seller to buy everything... we contacted the local gardener - the guy who has a firm who do lawn moving and stuff here - and he and his guys helped us collecting, transporting and planting everything. The garden got a pretty big transformation that day!


måndag 19 december 2016


This is SupaSave, where most expats do their shopping. You can actually find most things you are used to here, and a few other things as well. A lot of stuff is imported from Australia and Waitrose is one of the most common brands. There are more local types of supermarkets as well of course, but not within walking/cycling distance so not really an option for us before we have a car.

söndag 18 december 2016


Back in July (yeah, I know... this post is laaaate) people here celebrated the end of Ramadan, Hari Raya. This is done by eating a lot, it seems! At Andreas' office there were celebrations in the middle of the open plan work-space and people from all kinds of nationalities brought food.

People were dressed in traditional attire, and Andreas got to borrow some. 

lördag 17 december 2016


This morning I woke up alone. Andreas is off diving in Indonesia this week and the cats were nowhere to be seen... Sauntering in to the living room I saw a suspicious brown lump on the floor, from the corner of my eye. At first I thought one of the cats had thrown up a hairball, but soon realized it was more gruesome than that, however still connected to the fur-balls we share a house with.

This poor guy was just laying there. His tail was on the other side of the room. You can't really tell from this photo, but this guy is BIG! The geckos we usually get inside are pale beige, almost see through and maybe 7-8 cm including tail. This one was probably about 16-18 cm! Before the tail got separated from the rest of him, that is. I must admit I thought it was quite yucky. The little dude was unfortunately still alive, and moved about a bit when I relocated him to a shady spot outside of the house. I said unfortunately because he probably didn't have a happy time with the cats before I caught up to the situation. And sadly I'm pretty sure he died later. *shuddering* 

I was just thinking. I desperately wanted to use the word "decapitated" when talking about this incident, but since it wasn't the head but the tail that got forcefully removed from the body could you call it de-tailed instead? 

Just thinking. Never mind.