<head id="NEST_Fjeno.h1">En fjellvandrers bekjennelser</head> <head id="NEST_Fje_115en.h1">Confessions of a hiker</head>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s1">Jeg l�ser bild�ra, kler p� meg sekken, snubler i den f�rste trerota, dunker kikkert og kinn mot bakken og lurer p� hva som egentlig trekker meg til fjells.</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s1">I lock the car door, strap on my backpack and trip over the root of the very first tree, slamming my binoculars and cheek into the ground and I find myself wondering what actually draws me to the mountains.</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s2">Hvorfor lar jeg meg utsette for sur vind og svett rygg?</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s2">Why do I expose myself to cold winds and a sweaty back?</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s3">Er det for � f� fri fra klokka?</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s3">Is it to escape the rat-race? </s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s4">Komme bort fra en oppstykket hverdag?</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s4">Get away from a fragmentary everyday life?</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s5">Ja, kanskje det.</s> <s id="NEST_Fjeno.s6">Men det er ikke tap av tidsbevisstheten som fascinerer meg mest med en fjelltur.</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s5">Yes, maybe, but it is not the joy of losing track of time that fascinates me the most when I am hiking.</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s7">Jeg har allerede kommet et godt stykke h�yere enn der jeg parkerte bilen.</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s6">I have already hiked way higher than where I have parked the car.</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s8">Gran og bj�rk slipper taket og jeg ser H�gfjellet ligge der som f�r.</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s7">The birch and fir trees give way and I see H�gfjell lying there as always.</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s9">Hvis det er slik at vi mennesker har behov for noe som ligger fast, i en tumultaktig verden, s� er vi heldige her i fjellandet Norge.</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s8">If we as humans have a need for something that is solid and unshakable in this tumultuous world, then we are privileged here in mountainous Norway.</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s10">Norge er Europas Tibet.</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s9">Norway is Europe�s Tibet.</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s11">Men det er heller ikke fjellets uforanderlighet som f�rst og fremst trekker meg opp dit.</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s10">And yet it is not the unchangeable nature of the mountains that primarily draws me up here.</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s12">Kan det v�re mestringsgleden som gj�r at jeg sn�rer p� meg fjellst�vlene med forventning?</s> <s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s11">Could it be the pleasure of accomplishment that makes me tie up my hiking boots with a feeling of expectation?</s>

<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s13">Ja, jeg syns det er godt � kjenne kroppen fungere.</s> <s id="NEST_Fjeno.s14">Godt er det ogs� � oppdage at jeg finner fram dit jeg skal

<head id="NEST_Fjeno.h1">En fjellvandrers bekjennelser</head>	<head id="NEST_Fje_115en.h1">Confessions of a hiker</head>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s1">Jeg l�ser bild�ra, kler p� meg sekken, snubler i den f�rste trerota, dunker kikkert og kinn mot bakken og lurer p� hva som egentlig trekker meg til fjells.</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s1">I lock the car door, strap on my backpack and trip over the root of the very first tree, slamming my binoculars and cheek into the ground and I find myself wondering what actually draws me to the mountains.</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s2">Hvorfor lar jeg meg utsette for sur vind og svett rygg?</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s2">Why do I expose myself to cold winds and a sweaty back?</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s3">Er det for � f� fri fra klokka?</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s3">Is it to escape the rat-race? </s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s4">Komme bort fra en oppstykket hverdag?</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s4">Get away from a fragmentary everyday life?</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s5">Ja, kanskje det.</s> <s id="NEST_Fjeno.s6">Men det er ikke tap av tidsbevisstheten som fascinerer meg mest med en fjelltur.</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s5">Yes, maybe, but it is not the joy of losing track of time that fascinates me the most when I am hiking.</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s7">Jeg har allerede kommet et godt stykke h�yere enn der jeg parkerte bilen.</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s6">I have already hiked way higher than where I have parked the car.</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s8">Gran og bj�rk slipper taket og jeg ser H�gfjellet ligge der som f�r.</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s7">The birch and fir trees give way and I see H�gfjell lying there as always.</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s9">Hvis det er slik at vi mennesker har behov for noe som ligger fast, i en tumultaktig verden, s� er vi heldige her i fjellandet Norge.</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s8">If we as humans have a need for something that is solid and unshakable in this tumultuous world, then we are privileged here in mountainous Norway.</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s10">Norge er Europas Tibet.</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s9">Norway is Europe�s Tibet.</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s11">Men det er heller ikke fjellets uforanderlighet som f�rst og fremst trekker meg opp dit.</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s10">And yet it is not the unchangeable nature of the mountains that primarily draws me up here.</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s12">Kan det v�re mestringsgleden som gj�r at jeg sn�rer p� meg fjellst�vlene med forventning?</s>	<s id="NEST_Fje_115en.s11">Could it be the pleasure of accomplishment that makes me tie up my hiking boots with a feeling of expectation?</s>
<s id="NEST_Fjeno.s13">Ja, jeg syns det er godt � kjenne kroppen fungere.</s> <s id="NEST_Fjeno.s14">Godt er det ogs� � oppdage at jeg finner fram dit jeg skal