Man, what a day! I woke up in Stjordal, Norway, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m an ichthyologist, right? Fish are my jam. But today? Today was all about the unexpected. I hit the streets, ready to explore. I mean, Stjordal is a small town, but it’s got its charm. The river, Stjørdalselva, runs through it like a silver ribbon. Beautiful, right?
So, I’m walking down Kjøpmannsgata, and I’m thinking about fish. You know, the usual. Suddenly, I see this old dude feeding ducks. I’m like, “Dude, those are NOT fish!” But he’s all into it, tossing bread like it’s going outta style. I chuckle, but then I get mad. Like, why feed ducks when there are fish to be fed? Priorities, man!
Then, I head over to the Stjørdal Museum. I’m pumped to check out the local fish exhibits. But guess what? It’s closed! I’m standing there, staring at the locked door like it owes me money. I’m fuming. “What kind of museum closes on a Tuesday?” I mutter to myself.
So, I decide to wander around. I hit up the park by the river. It’s called Stjørdal Park, and it’s pretty nice. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. I see kids playing, families picnicking. It’s all wholesome and stuff. But then, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks my coffee outta my hand. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!”
After that, I stroll down to the waterfront. The view is killer. The fjord sparkles like diamonds. I’m feeling a bit better. I pull out my notebook, ready to jot down some fish thoughts. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”
I chase the bird for a bit, but it’s no use. That seagull is a pro. I’m left sandwich-less and a bit salty. I sit back down, trying to process my life choices. Why did I think bringing a sandwich was a good idea?
Then, I decide to hit up a local café. I need caffeine, stat! I find this cute little spot on Stjørdal’s main square. The barista is super friendly, and I order a latte. While I’m waiting, I overhear some locals chatting about the best fishing spots. My ears perk up. “Where? Tell me!”
They mention a place called Hegra Festning. Apparently, it’s a historic fortress, but also a great fishing spot. I’m intrigued. I finish my latte, and I’m like, “I gotta check this out!”
So, I hop on my bike and head over. The ride is nice, but I’m still grumbling about that seagull. I get to Hegra, and wow, it’s stunning. The fortress is massive, and the views are epic. I can see the river winding through the valley. I’m finally feeling that fishy excitement again.
I set up my gear, ready to fish. I’m casting my line, and it’s peaceful. Just me, the water, and my thoughts. But then, I feel a tug! I reel it in, and it’s a decent-sized trout. I’m pumped! “Yes! Finally, some success!”
But then, as I’m celebrating, I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and there’s a group of tourists taking selfies. They’re blocking my spot! I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a fish nerd catch a break?”
I try to be cool about it, but inside, I’m raging. I mean, come on! I just want to fish in peace! I take a deep breath and decide to move to another spot.
As the sun starts to set, I finally find a quiet place. I cast my line again, and it’s serene. The sky is painted with oranges and pinks. I’m feeling grateful, despite the chaos of the day.
I pack up my gear, head back to town, and reflect on the day. Stjordal is quirky, and so am I. It’s a mix of beauty and madness. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s life, right? Fish on, Stjordal!