A few words from off-shore Brazil

I just remembered I used to have this blog, and went in to check if it was still here. Well, of course it was... and not only that, but it seems like it still carries on living some sort of life on it's own. A few people seem to still visit it, so maybe that means I should throw in another post again. 
I know I am probably not the first one people will trust it if I say I will be starting blogging regularly again, but at least I should be able to throw in a few words and pictures every now and then. 
It has been a helluva year, which means you need to put all or most of your focus away from the more irrelevant stuff in life and more into the things that matter. 
For the same reason there has been too little darkroom work, and too few snaps snapped. I have been taking pictures though, and now it seems like I might be able to get some rolls developed again sort of soon. I say sort of, because right now I'm at work in Brazil, which means I'm quite far away from anything looking like a developer tank or developing fluid, fix and what have we all. 

The captain in the middle of what looks like a serious discussion between two guys from ROV dept. involving the use of knives and the like. Well, it's nothing else but a totally harmless barbeque we arranged during the trip from Norway over to Trinidad about one and a half year ago. Time flies...

It's nice weather over here, at least. Nice and warm and sunshine more or less all days. Too nice to take good photos of course, but I might have a few bad ones to show off when I get my bunch of rolls developed. 

The second engineer Thor-Ole is making himself ready for a few miles drive on board a coach taking us to the airport in Trinidad. A few miles ending up taking almost five hours... the taxi ride from hell!

I have not had the time to read a lot of blogs lately either, so I got quite a backlog of that sort to go through. I'll get there, though! 

And the driver, of course! My grandmother used to go on all sorts of bus trips in the 80's and early 90's. She always came home with a bunch of nice photos, but one scene was mandatory to get into the album: a snap or five of the driver, or chauffeur as she obviously used to call him. Because it was always a male back then.

I have also been working a bit on a couple of my (forever on-going) "Camera Review" stuff which you can find elsewhere on this page if you click a link you might find somewhere. They are not quite ready yet, so no reason to really start digging. I will let you know when they have been posted anyway.