Last week, as Friday evening approached, we came up with the idea to have a day out in Drammen and clear a few things off our long term shopping list. In addition, the snow that Bernt the Badger had wandered through that night, that fresh damp white layer, was due to disappear in a weekend of rain and distinctly unseasonablely warm temperatures. There would not be much to do in Gol or on Golsfjellet on a grey and wet November Saturday.

We got up early and headed off to the big city to the east of Gol. A navigational error, (satnavs only do what you tell them to) took us past the Biltema store that I had wanted to stop at first. The Rv 134 has no junctions between Mjøndalen and the centre of Drammen so there was no way to turn round. After a grump we re-jigged our day. We did our food shopping at the “innvandrersjappe” near to the hospital and found fresh tofu and other chinese delicacies to squirrel away in our kitchen. Then Damae managed to try out the only acoustic mandolin in Drammen before we retraced our steps back to the Biltema.

The Bitema megastore in Mjøndalen

Out of town

The shop was very busy, but, after waiting in line at the parts department we came out of the shop for the first time with a new alternator for the Syncro and some brushes for the old alternator (that would hopefully get us home). We had to return to the shop to get the alternator swapped, the pulley had a noticeable dent in it, a process which took another fifteen minutes. By the time we had finished our second tour of the shop we were ready for a cuppa, in fact ready to go home. We crossed the car park as Damae had spotted an in-store cafe in another shop, which we wandered into a little bemused and looked up at the spartan menu.

To my surprise I used the Dutch word “patat” instead of frites, and later after the coffee described the samosa we’d ended up buying as “pittig” (the Dutch word for spicey). It was then, in that moment of reflection that I realised that I associated the “out of town shopping centre” with my time in the Netherlands. Drammen is a good place for shopping but just as busy as Utrecht and just as cosmopolitan (a word you could not use to describe Gol). With the exception of the hill behind the Biltema it could just have been anywhere in the Netherlands. It was as if I were back in my old life again.

The coffee and samosa gave us the impetus to go back towards Drammen, and pop into the Gulskogen shopping centre instead of heading straight home. The Syncro just fits in the multi-storey car park and we drove up to the first floor where we found a space to park. Our main aim for visiting Gulskogen was to pick up some studded tyres for our VSF bikes, so we could cycle in the winter. This done, we wandered vaguely round the rest of the large sports shop, and its clothes department on the floor above. It was close to closing time, and after some more aimless wandering we ended up in an open plan cafe next to one of the entrances to the shopping centre.

Here, after declining to take advantage of the “coffee and cake for 55 NOK” special (“the cappucino cake is really really good you must try it”) we found a bench seat with a view out of the busy outdoor car park.

Reflecting on a busy day

To the left of us an older woman sat alone, reading a newspaper as if she were oblivious to the constant stream and sounds of people walking past. The waitresses carried on with the end of day cleaning and tidying, readying the cafe for the next day of conspicuous consumption. Apart from asking if we had finished with our cups, it was as if we were not there.

In Gol it is hard to go outside the house, and to the shops without seeing people we know or recognise. In Drammen we were anonymous again, despite (or maybe because of) being buffeted by the sea of people coming at us from all directions. However, I found it remarkably wearysome in a way I had forgotten. Not being able to walk in a straight line nor having the opportunity to take your eye off where you were heading for a moment. I had struggled every day in Holland with the battle to get anywhere and do anything. This was despite being able to buy almost anything I wanted within a half hour bike ride of our house. Sometimes I get a bit weary of having to order items I want in shops in Gol, waiting two weeks and remembering to pick them up, but this is quite different to the stress of the melee of a Gulskogen or any other shopping centre in a big city.

To the sound of clinking china and rattling cutlery we gathered our belongings together and got up to go. It was time to head west again. This meant joining the queue to get out of the car park which didn’t take too long but took much longer than any queue you will find in Gol. That was the extent of our traffic troubles, the Rv 7 was quiet, and the two hour return journey was uneventful. Well, apart from the alternator in the Syncro deciding to stop charging the battery properly. This was despite having fitted new brushes to it. Oh and the foul weather, mist, rain and high winds which kept our speeds below seventy kilometres an hour in places. Give me snow and twenty degrees below zero any day.

Somewhere between Drammen and Gol we crossed that unseen border, from the world of the big city to the fiefdom of the large village. Once past this virtual no-man’s-land we surrendered our anonymity again and returned to a place where people think they know who we are.


2 thoughts on “Anonymity

  1. Always very odd when something transports you back to a previous chapter of your life. Sometimes nice odd, other times unsettling or unpleasantly odd. Makes you sometimes wonder if you know yourself who you are.

    I also understand the constant noise and movement thing. I didn’t notice it when I lived in London, but once I left, I realised how exhausting it could be. It was charging and energising, but not in a revitalising way; more of an adrenaline-rush kind of way. Sometimes I think I miss it, but on balance, when I am home, I don’t. I just miss my friends and the ease of access to places like art galleries on the South Bank, my favourite meditation room in the heart of Covent Garden and Hampstead Heath – all the places I used to go to escape the contant noise and movement that gives London its vibrancy.

    Nice to have peace. :-)


  2. Hmm, I too avoid going shopping in town… I find it so noisy, boring, anonymous too, lonely… I do not need the noise vibrancy, I vibrate with a look at a beautiful scene, a flower, a creature… I love peace and silence, enjoy… Me, xx

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