Oil capital


...Living in Norway does not give the real picture of life.
The country swells the Bank a thousand billion crowns.
The figure sounds like a fabulous. As a number, taken from the ceiling and showing that a bunch of money Meanwhile, this is the real figure.
Norway in the pod thousand CZK billion oil money.
Whenever due to conflicts in the world, world prices soar, Norway clips coupons.
Themselves and us, the Norwegians, one, two and miscalculated.
How can we dispose of the oil on the sea shelf or the energy of the mountain rivers?
Anyway — buy and sell anything?
One of us at least once, the mood is not called for this question?
Because Norway lives on the outskirts of the real world.
And more and more separated from him.....

In General we were lucky with the weather. Could be much worse. For the second week in Norway and used to be satisfied with little.
To collect things is not what to destroy.
It would seem perfectly adequate for their material essence of the action, but they differ in time!
A perfect illustration to the theory of relativity.
It is worth considering why this is so.
Why in order to pull the thing out of my backpack in one motion, and to put it back in sometimes have to sweat.
All the same person in any kind of detail is not so perfect a creation of nature.

Ilya set out to re-wash for free, and , taking the soap-rylnye accessories, swistel from the slope down to the hotel.
He came back with nothing. All was paid.

A little snack and quickly drove off.
We came to a shop selling Souvenirs and met compatriots.> Tourists come to Norway to fish.
Judging by their stories that they were good. But still they were plans.
Girls from this company looked admiringly at us as brave and courageous guys and apparently it's not really like their men.
In order not to aggravate the situation, we politely said goodbye and drove down.

The day before, lifting the sweat of serpentine to Prekestolenhytta, I mentally anticipated the opposite way.
What could be better for a cyclist than riding fast downhill, which he himself had conquered
What previously took more than two hours has been covered in 20 minutes.
We raced down like arrows.
A couple of oncoming cyclists carried us zatravlenny envious glances.
This was particularly evident in middle-aged uncle, whose bike was barely visible from under the Luggage hung on him from all sides.

Leaving again on the road with the number 13 turned right and headed to the ferry in Tau.
Distance 20 km was raschityvali get by ... ♪ an hour.
Something like this happened.
Only near Tau it started to rain again and the wind picked up.
Had to stop for insulation and Ilya put on your backpack bright orange protective cover from the company "Equipment".
The need for such a device I became particularly obvious.
Fabric Pikovsky backpack was leaking water in sufficient quantity to wet things lying on top, and even leaking inside.
I have not had such a case and had all the things Packed in separate plastic bags.
Looking ahead to say that the same case now produces firm PIK-99.
Look both case thus.

Since the case closed access to all pockets of the backpack, then carry the bait Ilya in the rain I had.
The road to the Tau is on the shore Idsefjorden.
In the veil of grey clouds clubs the fjord looked very bleak.
The picture brightened many ships sailing or standing on the roads.
Felt next big port.

The schedule of the ferry from Tau was unknown, but to assume it was easy.
We had to catch the six o'clock ferry.
In Tau in the store, took some food for the evening.
Is it possible to drive past the signs KIWI.
I was tempted to get chicken, but the price and the knowledge that it will be a long time to cook, were forced to abandon such a venture.
Fresh frozen salmon package from First Price is more than compensated for my mental anguish.
Ilya looked disapprovingly at it - a fisherman in his soul could not accept someone else's fish.

To the dock on time. Ferry from Stavanger is just coming to the pier.
A small queue of cars wound from the hill and we were attached to her tail.
This was our second ferry in Norway and differed from the first running in Oanes.
Travel time to Stavanger for about 40 minutes.
So the ship is much bigger and has a closed deck for passengers.
Leaving the bikes on the car floor, we of course went upstairs.
Inside rows were located upholstered seats as in the cinema, and the screen was a huge window.

Slanting rain lashed furiously on the glass.
Between the seats slowly went to the usher with a leather bag for your money and a machine for punching checks.
And Ilya and his partner(I myself called them) delicious munched cookies and sipped their culture.
Culture - Norwegian kefir.
Quite good and most importantly relatively cheap (about 50 rubles per liter pack).

Finally on the horizon Stavanger (Stavanger) - the oil capital of Norway, is a city and municipality of the district of Rogaland. Located on a Peninsula on the southwest coast.
Opening in December 1969 the first major oil field "Ekofisk" fundamentally changed life of this Northern country. Until that time, Norway was poor by European standards the fishing country.
But for what 30 years has changed a lot.
Norway has about 10 billion of proved oil reserves as of January 2005.
These reserves are the largest in Western Europe.

The largest oil company in Stavanger is mainly state — owned company Statoil who have their headquarters located in the suburban area of FORUS.
All the oil resources of Norway are concentrated on the Norwegian continental shelf , which is divided into two parts: the North sea and the Barents sea.
Hydrocarbon reserves on the Norwegian continental shelf will allow to continue production of oil and gas at least for another hundred years.

The shelf is the relatively shallow area of water located along each coast with a maximum depth of two hundred meters.
In some places it short, while others can stretch for hundreds of kilometers until you break into the depths of the ocean.
For example in the area of the Iberian Peninsula the shelf is very narrow, and around the UK and Scandinavia on the contrary very broad.
Here the shelf almost form a single unit and goes from the Islands to the mainland, forming the North sea.
Its depth is very small from 50 to 150 meters.
Millions of years ago the British Isles were part of the continent. Then the ocean began to absorb the jumper.
Eventually formed sedimentary layers consisting of silt, plant and animal residues. Layers superimposed the one upon the other, was compressed within a kilometre of the coal formation. And was sinking deeper and deeper into the water, which was heated.
Organic residues under the influence of complex chemical processes, the temperature and pressure turned into oil and gas.
And all this was in underwater and underground vaults to the time useless.
Millions of years shelf was at peace until a man came to their knowledge, ambitions and a cynical attitude toward PRHerod.

And Norway, stunned by suddenly fell down on her gift of fate, attacked, open inventory.
And in a short time became the largest after the Arab world and Russia, the world's largest oil exporter.
Oil platform sprang up like mushrooms. The fact that was created many millions of years man has removed over the decades.
The peak of oil production growth peaked in the 80s and 90s.
Now the fields are in decline, but so far Norway has managed to keep the previous level.

However, while no one hears ozvuchivshego bell.
The appearance of well-being and gratuitous money corrupts the few Norwegian society.
A lot of money from fuel sales by both public companies (in addition to Statoil, this is "Norsk Hydro") are removed from the economy and go in the Oil Fund.
The money Fund is invested in foreign securities, and the profit comes back to the Fund.
Dead oil money provide moral comfort.
There are even mental laziness, everyone knows that they will always have food and shelter.
Because of the oil there is a gradual de-industrialization of the state.
And this is the flip side of Norwegian socialism.

Another problem is that fishing in the world is also in the shelf area occupies only 8% of the world ocean.
And the neighborhood with the drill is not for the benefit of fisheries.
In addition, after the depletion of platform no disassemble is very expensive and they rot and RAVET in sea water, poisoning everything around.
And this despite the fact that the Norwegians themselves are meticulous.

Perhaps the day is near when all this will backfire on all of us.
Spitting in the well of nature will certainly affect the lives of all people in the world.

Meanwhile, our boat was moored to the shore. Riding bikes is a little moist, we went to explore the city.
Despite the title of oil capital Stavanger is not amazing special ROScost.
Typical Norwegian town with low buildings devoid of unnecessary frills but full of simplicity and reasonable sufficiency.

Time we didn't have very much.
It was evening and we had again to seek a place of lodging.
But the long light days helped us to delay the process. Sometimes even after midnight.

Today Stavanger is the fourth largest city of Norway with a population of just over 100,000 people.
A lot of white two or three storey houses, especially in the old part of the city.
The old Church and all sorts of interesting statues.
A lot of shops, clubs and other entertainment venues - they say the most vibrant nightlife in Norway.
Of course it would be interesting to assess the degree burneti and compare for example with a long Spanish night visit to Barcelona:)

Some time we spent relaxing on the shore of the lake in the centre of town with lots of seagulls and pigeons.
Here, heard Russian speech and cheekily joined a group of tourists from Russia, which drove the guide back and forth on the rope a studied and talked about attractions.

The North sea and the English channel is one of the busiest shipping regions in the world.
There are constantly scurrying merchant ships, oil tankers and cruise ships.
And it's not just now.

Quite a long time the inhabitants of the city found that preserving food for marine vessels is a very profitable business.
Therefore, along the coast of Stavanger, on every little patch of land, was built canneries.
Canned sardines from this part of Norway are in great demand: during the first year it sold 50 million cans.
In Stavanger there is even a Museum of food.

And of course, as in any seaside town attracts beach.
In the end, we also went to admire the dozens of private yachts and huge cruise ships prosvetovathe best white boulders to the shore.

Especially attracts the eye of the giant, the beautiful MSC Lirica
This is the ultramodern liner company MSC Crociere.
Today, its fleet consists of seven modern ships, mostly built in the 2000s in France.
In 2005, the competent annual cruise guide Berlitz Guide to the four ships of the fleet MSC Crociere - MSC Opera, MSC Lirica, MSC Armonia and MSC Sinfonia has been awarded a 4 star category.
And the French shipyard Chantiers de l'atlantique in full swing the construction of two new modern ships MSC Musica and MSC Orchestra, each of which can carry up to 3000 passengers!
MSC Lirica - the first ship fully built and equipped in their own exklusivem style MSC Crociere.
What is there in its depths, even two pools and a Turkish bath.
The geography of routes - the globe
A cruise on this ship in the fjords of Norway from Peter for two weeks worth from 2,000 to 4,500 Euros on cheovek depending on cabin and season.
It's hard to imagine how such a lump swims in a narrow sleeve of the fjords.
We stood with Elijah on the contrary this is luxury as the two tramps.
Dusty soaked backpacks.
Slightly dirty and always hungry.
But envy could not feel, quite the contrary.
Because our carpet - flower meadow. And happiness to be free and to live such a fate.

Said goodbye at that oil town, and went to the ferry Randaberg.
There we had intended to leave the mainland and get to the Islands.
It was the shortest road to Bergen.

Weather cheered up and the sun came out.
After wandering a bit in the suburbs of Stavanger we finally get to Randaberg.

We again were lucky. According to the schedule the ferry was supposed to be 50 minutes. And the latest on today's deHB.
Inside a wooden hut housed a waiting room in which hung around one person.
We have this zalchik was long spat and ruined. Circle would be littered with butts and beer cans.
And a neat wooden benches and tables are cut or broken.

Meanwhile, comfortably ensconced at the window, we decided to eat. Although the time was already around ten in the evening our dinner loomed somewhere in the unknown distance.
And I'm with displeasure, anticipating another night search of the Parking lot.

Ilya put on battery charging and there seemed to steam.
The main thing was not to make a mistake and not to go to a small island of Kvitsoy is a huge Karmoy
We then several times asked the boatman whether this boat to Skudeneshavn (Skudeneshavn) or not.

Paying hard-earned money once we settled down in the hold of the ferry next to a few machines.
Apparently the ferry was not very popular.
This is not surprising because near was the highway to Bergen.
The price of domestic ferries in Norvegia ranged from 20 to 90, - CZK depending on the range.
And if the ferry was great, the price was less.

Was rapidly getting dark and when they went to Skudeneshavn and stepped ashore it was already night.
Had to drive off at a decent distance from the shore before they were able to find a place for the tent.
All around were private houses and vast fields for grazing sheep.
It smelled of rotting straw and wet coolness of the meadows.

Night riding has its charms.
The outlines of objects barely discernible, but the darkness was not the Crimean.
Had often to stop, when suddenly it seemed that here it - here it is possible to roll the dice.
And, then, to wander with a flashlight.

Finally on a hill I found a small prosadku overgrown with grass and it seems to be a draw.
Along the road a short distance from her was lined with small stone fences - barriers forI'm a sheep.
Through a fence we had to drag bikes, vicoria some rocks for convenience.

The legs are soaked in the wet grass, but we did not notice. Wanted to eat and sleep.
However, I had another hour of trouble for this.
But the soup on the eve of purchased salmon more than rewarded our efforts.
Finally the long day of our journey ended and what the need was.
Rear legroom in the dream, we no longer felt.