Monday, 29 April 2019

It seems like I am coming down with the flu or a cold:

Greetings to all you amazing ladies and gentlemen here on the world wide web. Well guys, then its Monday again and in the very start of a brand new week, with all that comes with it off course. So tell me, how has your weekend been like? Did it live up to your expectations? I for sure hope so. When it comes to me, I have no real reason to complain or actually this time around I kinda do. The truth is that it feels like I am getting sick and kinda been feeling like this for the past week or so. The thing is that it doesn't seem like it wants to fully break out yet and that is frustrating to me. I want to get it over and done with, but it does feel like its the flue that is currently hunting me.
The “sad” part in all of this is that I had such big plans for today's post, I wanted to get ready one of my top 5 travel lists for you guys, but I am sorry to say that I haven't been feeling up to the challenge. So the end result in all of this is that I have put the top 5 posts on hold and instead work on something lighter. Because if there is one thing or one topic that has not gotten much space on my blog, it has to be my life prior to becoming an expat. Okay, I have on occasion posted a few photos, but never really focused on it the way it actually deserver. Not that I am going to go super deep into details and such, but share with you guys a series of photos and explain the story behind them.
Okay, as I have mentioned before I am not a very good photographer, but I do love taking photos and especially those who are focused on the small moments in life. You know, everyday memories and such. Anyway, in this post, I will take you guys on a walk through a very special part of my beloved Kristiansund (my Norwegian hometown). This is an area that is better know as Vågen and is so rich in history. Most of it is focused around ships and shipbuilding. From what I understand the oldest active shipyard in all of Norway is situated in this area. The name of this shipyard is Mellemværftet, yes its a Norwegian word. While I lived back home, I loved spending time in this part of town, no matter season.
I have always enjoyed spending time in this part of my hometown and especially during spring season when the locals are getting their boats ready for summer. This includes everything from the amazing smell of warm tar to the sound of people working on their wooden boats, things like this really changes the atmosphere. When spring comes around I do miss being able to do things like this. I could spend hours on hours just sitting on a bench with a cup of coffee and enjoy the activity going on around me. I think it's about time for me to start looking for something like this here in Huaral. Won't be an old shipyard, but I should be able to find something similar.
Anyway, my friends, I guess its time for me to get started on wrapping this post up and get it ready for my blog. I only hope that it didn't end up being too messy and confusing. If it did, at least I have excuses this time around. So if you enjoyed this post, why not check me out on social media? You can find me on Facebook (Beyond the Horizon), on Twitter (Beyond the Horizon), on Instagram (Beyond our Horizon) and on Youtube (Beyond the Horizon 2.0). When it comes to Facebook, Twitter and Instagram my goal is to be active every day and Youtube at least once a week. This is my goal on social media anyway.

P.s: If you enjoy my content and wants to support my me or the blog, you can do this through a site called Ko-fi (Jack Bowler Sr), it's a site where you can donate or buy me a cup of coffee. I am just mentioning this, so don't feel pressured to donate or anything. At the same time, any funds coming in through Ko-fi will go to improving the content on my blog. At least I hope you enjoyed today's photos.

Wednesday, 24 April 2019

Lofoten, my very first travel and adventure crush:

Greetings all you amazing ladies and gentlemen here on the world wide web. Wow, so its Wednesday and mid-week again already? Time seems to fly like never before these days. Then again they do say that time flies when you are in good company and to be honest, it does fit the profile for me. Both in private and on social media. Anyway, how has the week been treating you so far? Good, I hope. When it comes to me, then the truth is that I have nothing to complain about. Maybe the only thing is that I have been kind of failing in my diet and things like this. Living like a “pig” seems like a habit that is hard to break, but I have just gotten started on it so.
Well, today I feel like doing something different or mixing things up a bit if you like. Usually, my content is related to expat and my experience living like one here in Peru. Not today my friend, because the other day I managed to get my hands on some very special photos from a very special friend of mine. So I want to show them to you guys and at the same time tell you guys about my first crush as travel fanatic. The one place that leads to where I am right now. No, I am not talking about a distant exotic or a tropical paradise, but something much closer to home. I am not sure how familiar you are with Norway and the geography, but I am talking about the magical Lofoten.
To be honest, if you have never been to this part of Norway before you really need to make some plans for a trip there. Because if you ask me, I have a really hard time thinking about a place or area that has more pure beauty than this Norwegian island. In some areas I will even rate Lofoten higher than my own hometown Kristiansund, this is just how special it is to me and at the same time its where my dad is from too. I can't answer how many times I have visited, but it started while I was just a few years old. Every time I have gone up north the usual activity has been hiking, fishing and such. My first memory from my childhood is about fishing actually.
The funny part is when I think about Lofoten, the first thing that comes to mind is fishing. Actually, the truth is that has been the main attraction on all my trips up north. Anyway, I have many and warm memories from my adventures in Lofoten, both summer and winter. Off course most of them are from summers spent there. That is the time of the year when the area is at its most magical. If you are planning a trip up north in Norway, summer is the best part of the year to visit. That's when the days are long (the sun is up close to 24 hours a day), the weather is good and the best chance to actually have some half decent temperatures. In the winter season its usually the opposite.
Anyway, my friends, I didn't intend for this post to get like super long, but I wanted to show you guys some amazing photos that a very close friend of mine sent to me a couple of days ago. Some are old and some are kinda newish, from what I understand. I wanted to show you guys some photos from an amazing place or since these are from all over the area places. Most likely what triggered my fascination for travel and may need to explore the world, since I have crisscrossed the world since my first to Lofoten as an adult. One thing is sure, one of the first things I am going to do when we return to Norway is to go back up north. I have family up there that is nagging me for a visit in the near future.

P.s: you can actually check out my friend's blog. She has been blogging for years and have loads of exciting photos and focuses on a broad spectre of topics. So check out her blog (Mookies life) and say I sent you. Thank you for the photos Mookie. I do appreciate them greatly.

Monday, 22 April 2019

I am about to embark on a life changing adventure:

Greetings to all you ladies and gentlemen of the great world wide web. Wow, is it really Monday again and to be honest, I have no clue at all where the weekend went. All I actually can remember is that I watched the movie The Silence yesterday and it was a good movie in the horror genre, love my horror movies. So my friend, how has your weekend and Easter celebration been like? I hope it was just like you imagine it would be like. When it comes to me, it has been like business as usual, besides my movie yesterday that I enjoyed watching. Trust me, I do not watch that many movies anymore. Not even once a week, maybe once a month or something. I know, I am living a boring adult life these days.
So as you can see from today's headline I am about to embark on a life-changing adventure. No, I am not talking about a trip or anything like that am I afraid. Not this time around anyway. The holy truth is that I am so out of shape that I need to do something about it. I drink too much coffee with sugar, way too much soda, eat too much crap food and exercise is non-existing. This is something I really notice every single day so I have made a decision and that is getting into shape, plus cutting down on all the crap that I am drinking and eating, including my cigarettes. My big issue here is that I love my crap, but at the same time fully aware of what I have to do.
Just to fill you in on the back story here. After finishing my first year in the army I had gone from a weight of 75 kilos and all the way down to 50, this was back in 1997 and ever since I have really been struggling to gain weight. I slowly managed to go from 50 to 60, just to lose it again shortly after, but after arriving here in Peru I have really managed to gain a lot of weight. At the moment my weight is between 75 and 80 kilos. So my measurements are something like 1,79 and 75 to 80 kilos. I am far from overweight, but I feel it's about time to get this old body in motion and make some changes in my diet, but I am not going to do it in one go.
At the moment I am so out of shape that playing with my cat for 20 or so minutes get me out of breath and this is not a very good sign in my eyes. Okay, its a lot of running around and jumping, but my body should be able to manage more than that, don't you agree with me? I even felt it last night when I walked downtown to pick up my cheeseburger, that is actually when I made the decision. I don't need to lose weight, but I need to transform the “fat” into muscle and cut out all the unhealthy stuff that I am enjoying today. I am not saying goodbye to my burgers, pizzas or anything like that, but stop eating it every day as I am doing today.
I am going to start with exercise, slowly cutting down on snacks, sugar and nicotine. While I am doing this I will also switch to more home cooked food. My goal in all of this is to be a different person in this area with a couple of weeks. By that I mean zero out sugar and unhealthy food, quit smoking and exercising on a daily basis. I am not aiming at becoming a bodybuilder or anything, just getting back into shape. I do have a young future wife and kids to think about and all of them want me to stick around for many more years. One thing is for sure, I am not going to quit drinking coffee, just cut down on the amount. So do you think this something that I can do? Won't be easy, but I am an optimist!

P.S: Once again, sorry for the low quality of the photos. These are very old and I am not a very good photographer.

Friday, 19 April 2019

I am feeling some of that expat blues these days:

Greetings to all you ladies and gentlemen of this great world wide web. Today we have arrived at the amazing day of Friday and for the most of you guys out there it means that the weekend is just around the corner. I have to say, wow this week has really flown away. This is borderline scary to be honest. Anyway, I hope your week has been good to you and that you are ready to tackle two days off from the every day routines and enjoy the good side of life. If I am not mistaken, many of you are already on Easter break by now. So I hope its treating you good and when it comes to myself, its business as usual. You know there is no rest for the wicked, as they say.
Okay, this is something that I am pretty sure that most expats around the world goes through from time to time. They might not be speaking loudly about it, but its a normal reaction to being far away from home for long periods of time. It can be the smallest things that triggers it and it can really put you in a blue mood or the expat blues as I like to call it. What I am talking is the feeling of being homesick. The easiest way to describe it is that it feels like a light depression that lasts for shorter periods of time. For me it usually sticks around for a week or two before it blows over and things returns to normal. Usually its not so strong that you want to pack up and leave, just the feeling that you are missing someting.
I am for sure in one of these periods right now and it has been haunting me the entire week. At the same time I am pretty sure about what has triggered it. This time it has been my dads aniversary last Sunday and the fact that I am closing up to my 3 year aniversary on my exodus from Norway. Yes I havent been back in Norway since May of 2016. At the same time I have been struggeling with some other emotions as well. Just to mention it, I have a PTSD diagnose. That is a condition that has a tendensy to amplifie any negative changes in my mood or emotions. Good thing at the moment is that it hasnt taken away my sleep yet. No I am not whining about my condition, just mentioning it.
I am not sure what kind of experiences you have with feeling homesick, but I can promise you its not a good feeling. What I have been doing these days to work my way through it is to focus on my blog and my day job. Simply keeping myself as busy as I can and just wait for it to pass. It usually do after a week or two as mentioned. The good think in all of this is that we are talking about a trip to Norway next year. I want to spend Christmas this year back home, but not sure how realistic that is at this moment in time. So, this question is for all you expats out there. Have you ever had this expat blues that I am talking about? If you have had it, what did you do to make it pass?

Monday, 15 April 2019

Summer season is over and easter around the corner:

Greetings to all you ladies and gentlemen of this amazing world wide web. Today we have arrived at the day of Monday and that means our beloved weekend is behind us and everything is settling into the normal daily life rhythm again. You know what they say, good times never last for long and its kinda true isn't it? Anyway, how has your weekend been? Have you been spending it like a party animal or have you been enjoying some quiet time at home with loved ones? No matter how you spent your days off, hope you had a great time. When it comes to myself I have to say it has mostly been business as usual. If you look past the fact that I didn't sleep much on Friday night and overslept by a couple of hours on Sunday.
Well my friends, summer with its heat has finally come to an end and the cooler weather of autumn is finally here, with it the new season comes also the celebration of Easter. I know that for many of you it has already kicked off. Especially for your students and people working in the public sector or for most people back in Norway. Back home this is usually a 10 days long celebration. Not that Norwegians are in any way overly religious, we just love our vacations in the spring, but here in Peru, it doesn't really kick off before Thursday or with the holy week as its also known as. I am far from an expert on Peruvian Easter celebrations, but I have linked to a good online article about it (Peru Telegraph).
So I am not going to go into depth, but I do recognize how they celebrate this holiday in how they celebrate everything else. One good example is how they react to the passing of a loved one. Instead of reacting like us in the West with extreme grief and self-pity it seems like they celebrate the life of the person that has passed. My experience is that a burial process lasts for about 3 days or a 3 day long wake where relatives, friends and neighbours meet up, eat good food and having a few beers while they spend time remembering the main character of the story. If the person has died at home, he or she stays there throughout the entire “celebration”. I like how it is done, but at the same time, I feel a bit uncomfortable with it.
When it comes to my personal celebration of Easter, I am not that sure at the moment what is going to happen. Most likely I will be working throughout the entire holiday, but my girlfriend and prince might be going to my inlaws for a few days. One thing is sure and that is the fact that I will do my very best to at least get some of it on video and on photos so I can show you guys how it's done. It's so different from what I am used to and I guess it the same for you as well so it would be fun to share it with you guys. After all, it is part of my expat experience here in Peru. Anyway, my friends, I hope you will have an amazing Easter and I will do my best to keep you guys updated throughout the holidays.

P.s Once again I wish to apologize for my rather horrible skills as a photographer, fully aware that I am horrible at it.

Friday, 12 April 2019

I have been in a really weird mood all day long today:

Greetings to all you ladies and gentlemen out there. Today is Friday and the very start of a brand new weekend, for many also the day where the Easter break starts as well. So made any special plans for Easter? To be completely honest, I haven't made any other plans but focusing on work and such. Yes, I am that type of boring guy, but I guess you already knew this by now, right? At least if you have been following me and my blog for a while you would know this about me by now. Won't change much for the Easter holiday either I guess. All that I know right now is that we have to buy our meat in before Thursday. It's a weird tradition they have here in Peru where they don't sell meat on surten days in this celebration.
To be honest, I really didn't have any plans for a post for my blog today. This because of many reasons. Two of this is that I finally got around to switch my blog over to a suitable domain, something I thought would take much longer than it actually did. Another thing is that this is a very special day for me. A day I usually spend in remembrance, this is the anniversary for my dads passing, 14 years since this happened now and usually its a day in his honour. So I have pretty much spent my day looking at old photos and working until my girlfriend said something to me that got me thinking. It wasn't really about a post, but the good deal that I got on the domain that I bought today.
Despite the fact that it wasn't aimed at a particular post, it gave me the idea of sharing some photos with you guys and this is a series of photos I took years ago. Okay, I am definitely not a photographer, but I do like to capture the small moments and I used to do this way before I got my blog. Usually, I just took a photo and stored it on my computer or uploaded it to an online photo album. I look at myself as the horrible photographer that just loves capturing the small moments in life, as mentioned. Shame I can't share with you guys the photos I took with my very first mobile phone camera back in the late 90s. That would have been something to look back at an share with you guys, don't you agree? Hope you enjoy my photos!

Wednesday, 10 April 2019

Hmmm I might be going home at the end of this month:

Greetings to all you ladies and gentlemen here on the world wide web. So we have now gotten to the amazing day off Wednesday and already at the middle of the work week. Well if you really look at it, its just one day left until the weekend. This day is closing up to its end, Thursday usually goes fast and Fridays are Fridays with its own flow and mood. Anyway, how has the week been treating you so far? Good, I hope. When it comes to me, I have to say that it has been amazing and I really do not have any reason to complain when all comes to all. At the same time, it has to be mentioned that there are a few clouds of gloom and doom threatening on the horizon these days.

I guess you are now curious about the topic of today's post? Well, the cloud of gloom and doom that I am observing in the horizon is over my situation here in Peru. What I am actually thinking about is my immigration status that has been kind stuck in limbo for the past year or so. I can promise you that this is not a good feeling and a topic that I have been avoiding and at the same time dreading talking about. You can say that I have been kinda hiding from the truth and at the same time not wanting to come off as an illegal immigrant or something, because that is as far from the reality that it is possible to get. Right now and for the past year I have not been an illegal immigrant, but one with no status.
What I mean by the fact that I am an immigrant with a no status is that I have a complaint and a new visa application in for review. I should have gotten my new visa back in August, but things went horribly wrong and with the runaround that I went through its not really that weird. I guess most of you know how bureaucracy works, the left-hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing and the head has no clue what's going on either. To be completely honest, this has been my situation. For several months last year, I was running around like a headless chicken and attempting to jump through hoops, that really didn't exist in the first place. You see my problem and maybe understand why it went as it did?

The most frustrating part in all of this is that it did cost me a lot of time and money that just ended up going down the famous rabbit hole. I have no idea about how many hours I have spent waiting for appointments and how much money it ended up costing me, but the truth is that at one point I actually had to borrow money from friends and family to be able to pay for everything. When I look back at what happened, I kinda see why it went the way it did. The main reason for this is that at every turn I got wrong information, just to get it corrected at the beginning of the next one. I know what everyone is thinking, I should have gotten one of this immigration lawyer to handle my case.
It's true that I should have gotten a lawyer to handle my case, but the thing is that everyone told me that this would be so quick and easy. My prior experience with the immigration office told me this to, but what a mistake it was. So after my first rejection, we went out and got a lawyer to handle it, my luck is that my father in law is a practising lawyer and he is on it now. Hopefully, I get the result that I am hoping for this time around, but I am not holding my breath for it. That is also the reason why I have decided to write this post because I see the possibility that I am going to celebrate Norwegian independence day back home in Norway this year.

You might see me as being negative right now, but I have learned one very important lesson from last time. This lesson is that nothing is as it seems like. Last time around everyone told me that it was just a walk in the park. Just like it was the first time around, but it wasn't. The thing is that I have a meeting at the immigration scheduled for next week and this has triggered my need to write this post. Just in case I go quiet for a while, you know what has happened. That things went horribly wrong once again and that I am most likely on my way home to Norway. Let's say that I am not looking forward to this meeting and I am constantly running several end result scenarios in my head at the same time.
The thing is that I am really enjoying my life here in Peru. Right now I am unable to put my finger on something that I wish to change. I am not in any way saying that my life is perfect, but I have gotten to a point where I say that it is where I want it to be. I have my family around me, a super cute cat, a job that I enjoy and a blog that gives me a lot of pleasure working on. As mentioned, there is nothing in my life that I wish were different. My problem is that I am this guy that overthinks, overanalyses everything and this with a good dose of PTSD thrown into the mix it is the perfect mental storm. Having that immigration status thing hanging over my head doesn't make things any better.

Now I am rambling again, but that is typical of me, right? I have to say that I am worried about the outcome of this, but one thing I am more worried about is how it will go when or if have to get used to my old culture. Yes, I have added some new habits during my stay here in Peru. Anyone that has been here or lived here for a period of time knows exactly what I am talking about when it comes to the Latino culture. To readjust to the Norwegian culture now would be a fight I might end up losing. For you, that still haven't visited a Latino country. Just think about a bunch of loud-mouthed people partying in the street in the middle of the week while they are launching fireworks. This pretty much sums it up and I love it.
Okay, so worst case scenario is that I am forced to leave my new home and return to Norway. If this happens, I know it will be rough, but at the same time its not end of the road or end of the world. Instead, I am trying to tell my self that it will be the beginning of a brand new adventure, both for me and my blog. Anyway, the ones that are being positive about my future here in Peru is my girlfriend and my lawyer. I am hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. The sad thing is if it's going to end up with the worst case scenario, I have to leave my computer behind. One thing is for sure I am wrong and my girlfriend and father in law is right, it will be a huge party thrown by me here in Huaral.

Okay, I guess its time for me to wrap this post up. My intention with this was just to get something off my chest that has been bothering me for a while, but not really felt ready to talk about before now. Now I have to prepare myself for the meeting with immigration in a few days and if I am lucky I will get the visa that I want so much. I promise to do my best to stay positive ahead of it and during it, but I will be sweating bullets during. That I am pretty sure about, but if my support net has it nailed on how it will play out, well I am set and golden then. At the same time, if they are set to “deport” me, they would have been here already anyway. That's what part of me leans toward at the moment.

Monday, 8 April 2019

If there is one thing I don't like about Peru, it has to be:

Yes, this is one of the pit bulls that we had and they were just skin and bone as you can see.
Greetings to all you ladies and gentlemen of the world wide web, today we write the day off Monday and for the most of us its the worst day of the week. The weekend has just ended and we are all back in business, as usual, some of you guys might even still be a bit hungover from this weekends adventures. I am usually that guy that gets stuck with that feeling of being hungover for a couple of days and its one out of many reasons why I do not drink alcohol that often anymore. It's fun now and then, but at the same time, I feel too old for that kind of activities. Anyway, I hope you had a great weekend and I feel it's about time for me to get started on today's topic.

There is one thing I have to mention or address before continuing on this post. I am not writing this post because I wish to bash Peru or talk trash about Peruvian, far from it. All I wish or want to do is to point out an aspect of the Peruvian “culture” or way of life that I strongly dislike and I think that anyone with a normal mind would agree with me on this. What I am thinking about here is the general treatment of animals and especially cats and dogs. This is actually a topic that has been a source of both anger and sorrow for me because I have more compassion with “defenceless” animals than I have with humans. I know that it might sound a bit cold or cynical, but that's just how I am as a person.

There is one thing that I feel the need to clarify. I am in no way indifferent to human suffering, even if I come off like that. It's not the case at all. I do get emotional in a situation where I am confronted with people who are in a rough spot in their life. I have always been that guy that gladly gives money and such to both individuals and organizations, but my passion does lay with the animals in this setting. Why? Because they can't fend for them self the same way as a person can and they suffer silently. So ever since we moved to Huaral the first time, we have done as much as we have been able to do. That has mostly been through opening our home to give rescued animals a temporary home and lots of love.

The thing that I do not like about the Peruvian culture is how they treat their pets or the lack of treatment, especially dogs. Every single dog that I see or meet seems to live at best a semi-stray dog's life. They are indoors during the daytime and get kicked out when the sun goes down and the household is getting ready for the night. This is something I really do not like. If you choose to take an animal into your home, it is supposed to be there keeping you company and receiving love from your day as night. You have taken upon your self the responsibility and you should honour it because this dog cant fends for themselves. I see it as borderline animal cruelty the way they keep pets.

This kind of treatment of animals angers me and frustrates me to such a degree that I want to do so much more. I hate to see these poor dogs walk up and down the street hungry and looking for food. Feeling cold and looking for a warm place to sleep. Lonely and looking for some love and attention. Instead, they are ushered out at sundown and has to roam the streets through the night, being harassed by other dog and at worst case scenario, run over by a car or a truck. The worst I have seen is all the times I have gotten a box full of kittens or puppies delivered on my door. This has been kittens or puppies that have been put in a bag and thrown in the river to drown but luckily been found before it was too late. My problem is that I always get so attached to these cute and innocent creatures.

As mentioned, this is a side of Peru that I really do dislike a lot, but at the same time, I am not saying that all Peruvians treats their pets this way. Far from it, to be honest. I know many people who really loves and takes care of their pets in the best possible ways, but my experience tells me that this is a culture in smaller cities and towns. Cause in Lima you rarely see any stray dogs. I have never head about puppies found dumped by the river or something similar. I would say its a small town problem. Their cat or dog gets pregnant and they choose the less stressful solution to the problem, that means dumping them somewhere that is out of sight for them and someones else's problem.

My biggest wish is that I could do something about it. I wish that I could open an animal shelter and that way make sure that the unwanted kittens and puppies could have a safe place to come to. Where we would care for them, feed them and look for a good home for them. Sadly, I am not able to do this alone. I have tried through Facebook to get help to make it happen, but no one seems to be interested in helping poor animals. I do kind of understand it. There are so many good causes to support both national and international so an animal shelter in Peru kind of drowns in the masses so to speak, but I haven't given up on the idea.

Right now I am doing what I can to help stray dogs. I have a few that I feed every day. Last time we lived in Huaral we were acting like an emergency home for rescued cats and dogs. Let's say that the landlord didn't appreciate that part of our living situation. I would say that not appreciating it is an understatement of the century, but we didn't care at all. Animals needed help and we stepped up to the plate as often as we could. What I do remember best were the two pit bulls that got rescued from a training facility for dogs meant for fights. I was so scared and sceptical at first. You know how media like to present dogs like pit bulls? The truth is that my scepticism lasted for only two hours.

From that point and forward it was all joy and love. These two dogs were amazing. They wouldn't leave my side, not even when I went to the toilet. If I moved they moved, if someone came to close to me they went into defence mode and I had to sleep in the living room. I didn't want to take any risks with my son. So for two weeks, I was sleeping on the sofa, with one in the foot end and one on the floor next to me. I actually cried when the new owners came to pick them up. They have a farm not that far from where I live now, but yes it was tough to let them go. I wanted to keep them, but couldn't because of the landlords and their size. These two were huge. Much bigger than I had imagined pit bulls to be.

Anyway, I am kinda getting off track here now. Just by writing this post I feel the frustration coming to the surface and I start to think about all the innocent animals that have had our apartment as a temporary home in the past and I can promise you it has been many. At times hole litters of puppies and kittens. That's a lot of work. All have to be fed by hand. It was stressful at times, but at the same time, I really enjoyed doing it too. I felt like I did something good and helped someone that needed my love if it makes any sense at all. If it was up to me and if I had the funds for it, I would run a shelter out of my own pocket. Who knows, maybe I win some money in the national lottery in the future.

No, I am not asking for help or donations, it's just me rambling and going off topic as usual, but at the same time, it has an important part in it as well. Just hope that I managed to make sense in this post and you got a look into the dark sides of the Peruvian culture. No culture or people are perfect, no one ever demands that. It's just that I love animals, but now I am not a vegan. Never will be either. I know that many with the same type of passion as me has gone vegan, but that lifestyle isn't for me. I need my meat just as much as I need my veggies. Just don't want animals to suffer and be mistreated. People who mistreat animals aren't human in my eyes. Because no one with a heart would ever hurt something that is unable to defend itself, it's just that simple.

Wednesday, 3 April 2019

This is something I have been missing here in Peru:

This is actually one of my favorite fishing spots back home.
Greetings ladies and gentlemen of this great world wide web. Today is as the calendar is showing us, Wednesday and mid-week or for me, it's more like the early hours of the evening. To be honest, I have actually been trying to work on this post through out the entire day, but every single time something has happened and it has been frustrating. This is the most negative side about having an office at home, you really never have the option to close the door and do something else. Like focusing on my blog. If something happens in relation to work you get pulled in to it. Anyway, I am not allowed to complain about this, it is what keeps a roof over our head and food on the table. So it's not all bad.

Maybe I should stop rambling and get on with today's topic? Today I want to focus on something that I really haven't talked that much about. If I am not mistaken, it has only been brought up as one of the things that I miss about Norway, several months back. What I am talking about is my life long passion for fishing, the truth is that it has had a more important part of my life than anything else when I actually think about it. This is actually a hobby that has kept my attention from the age of 7 and to this very day. Sadly, as mentioned in the headline this is something that I have been unable to do since arrival back in 2016. I was dumb enough to leave my equipment back home in Norway.
I know, it doesnt look very special, but the view is amazin.
Actually, the main reason for the equipment being left behind has a very good explanation. We were actually supposed to settle down in the Philippines for a few years, but that changed after a while and we ended up living here in Peru instead. Not that it was a bad move, just that I should have brought my fishing gear. I actually left something like 15 complete rods with lures and lines, just sitting there collecting dust and never get used. So naturally, I miss it. I do miss going out and down by the sea, enjoying my surroundings and just throwing lures in the hope of something biting. I have to be honest, when I go out fishing, its never really about the catch, but chance to escape stress and such.

I have used this hobby as a way to relax after a long day at the office or just escape the stress that follows the trade I have chosen in life. I have more or less worked within sales and marketing since the young age of 21 and I can promise you that this line of work has its portion of that daily stress. You know with results or lack of it from time to time. I am that type of person who prefers going on a date with my fishing gear than going out with friends getting drunk. When I read this part of the post it dawns on me how much of a geek I really am. Sometimes I do actually wonder how I managed to find a girl to marry the first time around. Yes, I have been married before, but that is a decade ago.
This photo is extremely old, maybe 20 years or close to that.
Anyway, guess that I should return to the topic. I am that type of person that doesn't really care about where he throws his lure, as long as one can enjoy quiet and relaxing time outdoors. Back home you could bump into me on some wooden dock or way out from civilisation, on some type of rock or beach. You can actually see one of my favourite fishing spots on the first photo for this post. A nice and old dock where I could be left alone enjoying the view. Because the view from that spot was amazing as you can see your self, but the people that passed me on boats usually looked at me in a strange way as they went by. Lets put it like this, isn't a typical place where people spend time fishing.

I prefer to fish in saltwater or the ocean, but at the same time, I am not stranger fishing in lakes and rivers either. The reason for my preference is just what I am used to, I think. I grew up by the big blue ocean and it was there where I got introduced to it. At the same time, the catch is bigger and funnier. Not that I always keep what I catch, sometimes I do catch and release, but that one depends on where I actually catch it. If it's from a pier or a dock, usually it gets released again, since it usually has a lower quality on the meat. The area is usually more polluted, but it's fun no matter what. At the same time, I prefer fishing from land, but again I never turn down an invitation to go out on a boat.
Btw. fish isnt the only thing I enjoy catching.
The biggest catch I have had from land would be around 10 kilos and biggest overall and from a boat around 15 or 16 kilos. No, I am actually not bragging. The smallest one, overall? Maybe 50 grams and smaller then my lure, actually it was so small that it was almost see through. Yes, the 50-gram one got released. Actually, it was so small that I thought I had snagged in some seaweed, but I and everyone around me broke out in laughter when it came to a shore. The more normal catch has been between half a kilo to 2 or 3 kilos, depending on the type of fish and time of year. The size of the catch is dependent on the time of the year and the temperature. Not that I am going into detail here.

Anyway, I didn't plan to have this post become super long. I felt that it was a perfect opportunity to write about my passion for fishing since its first month of spring back home in Norway and usually the time when I went out on my first fishing trip of the year. So you can believe I get a bit sentimental around this time of the year, but I am trying to locate some decent fishing gear here in Peru for both me and my son. So I can take him out and introduce him to the world of fishing, do you think this is a good idea? I know that my daughter loved to go out on these type of trips with me and she got good at it quickly. She actually caught a few nice ones on her first go at it, a proud daddy moment for sure.