Hello everybody!
As most of you might know, I moved to Dublin for studies this september. Im doing a Bachelor of Commerce at UCD, University College Dublin. So far, college life is great, and I've been so busy having fun (and studying) that I haven't had the time to post anything here. As I will be here in Dublin for three years, I will not blog a lot, but Ill try to update it every now and again. As there would be sooo much to talk about now, I have decided to let some of my pictures tell my story instead. Peace and love!
søndag 12. oktober 2014
lørdag 30. august 2014
A year in the navy!
A year in the navy.
As most of you know, I have spent the last year doing military service. I have thought about writing a post about it for a long time, and I finally got around to do it. As a complete and detailed description would be several hundred pages, this is just a “short” summary (three pages) to give you the idea.
All Norwegian citizens have a duty to serve the country for 18 months, of which 12 months are usually spent in the Army, Navy, Airforce or “Garden”, the kings guard. After completion of this year, you may get called in for repetition exercises in the Home Guard until you are 45 or something like that. During your year you have a lot of options, and privates fill many positions, such as guards, military police, border patrol, cooks, electricians, foot soldiers, intelligence working, weapons assistants and drivers or medics, such as I did. But as the armed forces only need approximately one in six, there is a selection process. This starts with an online questionnaire that everyone has to answer. Based on this, you might get called in for an interview, various tests and a medical examination. If you pass these and the military wants you, you’re in. I went to this during my last year of HS, but for various reasons, my service was postponed to September last year.
So, at September 23rd, I came to KNM Harald Haarfagre, the Navy/Air Force recruit school for two months of basic training. We started in a big auditorium, and after some greeting and introductionary speeches, we were told to look around us as we would spend the next two months with the closest ones. At this point everybody started looking at the people beside them and thought “OMG, I hope you’re not a complete retard”. Anyways, after this there was a big round of further registration, medical examinations, waiting and other things until we got our gear. In the end we got to the barrack which would be our home. I came in 5.5, the 5th company, troop 5, along with 45 others, of which 6 were girls. In my room there were nine other guys, complete strangers that I would live with around the clock for eight weeks.
The key to a military life is routine. Every day is organized in the same way, so you get into it really quick, and even the lamest tasks become exactly that, a routine. Our day would start at 5:45 with breakfast and cleaning, and at 7:30 there would be an inspection of the room. And this is not like when your mom checked your room as a kid. All the clothes had to be the width of the collar of our dress uniform, approx. 7,5cm, the sheets on the bed perfect, and not a single hair or clot of dust anywhere in the room. We had to be newly shaven, the boots polished and the uniforms perfect. Failing in this would result in a re-inspection after lunch. After this we had lessons in everything from physical education, tactics, first aid, shooting and urban warfare to ethics and law. During this we had to show perfect military discipline and etiquette. Being recruits we had to salute to everyone and ask permission to speak to officers, even the most junior ones. The first two weeks we were not allowed to wear civilian clothes or go outside the base, even though we had the weekends free. It was a big change from civilian life, but most people adapted quite quickly.
After six weeks of learning to be soldiers, we would put what we had learned to the test in a field week. We were bussed to the forest, divided in squads and performed various missions for five days. We went on reconnaissance patrols, performed ambushes, guarded objects, manned road blocks and much more. The whole thing ended in the company going on a rescue mission where we got the bad guys, saved the hostages and retreated in under fire while transporting wounded and maintaining a perimeter. The whole week was very cool, and one of the highlights of the year. When we got back to base and had finished cleaning up, everybody was exhausted. With 6hrs of sleep during the last 57 hrs, I went to bed early. During the field week, we were also told our new postings. I got a spot as a medic in the coast guard. So after a week of a standard safety course for sailors, it was goodbye Madla, hello Sessvollmoen.
I came to Sessvollmoen with approx. 55 others from both the Navy and Air Force. Here we were enrolled in FSAN, the Armed Forces Medical Services, and begun an eight week intensive course. The days soon took on a similar pattern as on Madla.
We got up at six, then had breakfast and cleaned until 7:30. After inspection, the day began. We usually had a couple of hours theory in a big auditorium. There we learned about anatomy, physiology, injuries, medications, rules and regulations, and much more. After this we had a demo of practical skills regarding what he had learned. The last part was usually an exercise where we had a case with “the injury of the day”. The afternoons and evenings were spent practicing what we had learned and preparing for the next day. We also had physical education a few times a week, and this often was in the form of “combat conditioning” a high intensity work out, where we ran with gas masks, carried our partners around and stuff. Very tiring… After three weeks of learning to stop massive bleedings, fix broken bones and cracked skulls, treat burns or hypothermia, seal punctured lungs and insert needles (++) we finished part one of the course with a couple of exams.
After a Christmas break, we returned for part two of our course, the Medic module. Here we learned more about illnesses and patient treatment. We learned how to clean wounds and keep things sterile, patient examination, medications, and signs, symptoms and treatments of illnesses (everything from flu to meningitis (hjernehinnebetennelse)). This part was ended with another field week. Here we set up and ran a field hospital for five days. We operated in nine hour shifts, around the clock, and got various patients. This was also extremely fun and challenging, but tiring as well. When we got back to the barrack, we were told that we weren’t done yet, and had to run and change and pack. We were going on a “beret-run”, a challenge to get our berets back, which had been taken from us when we got to Sessvollmoen. The run consisted of us running around in the forrest in the middle of the night carrying a stretcher. The stretcher was loaded with heavy water tanks, and we had to carry this up and down snowy paths. Every now and then we would arrive at a post, where we had to perform various tasks, such as to take an ice bath, carry our “wounded” friends up a steep, snow covered hill or other things. It was utterly exhausting. The following day we got our berets back, and now we had actually earned it. Wuhuu!
The next week was spent with exams and final things, after which we all got the patches and official “medic” title, yay! My next posting was the Coast Guard vessel Senja, but first I went to Thailand for a couple of weeks, haha.
The CG is basically the guards of the sea. The ships are out patrolling the 110.000km coast line and close to 2.000.000km^2 of sea that Norway controls (that’s huge btw) The usual assignments are rescue missions and the inspection of fishing vessels, but the CG also assists Norwegian police and customs upon request. As a medic, my job aboard was to take care of the 50-60 other crew members, as well as patients from other ships. We were usually two medics onboard, and a normal day consisted of hospital routines, taking care of patients (usually just a flu, minor cuts and bruises ++) and giving first aid lectures to the crew. As this didn’t take the whole day, we also spent a lot of time with the deck hands, doing maintenance such as painting, cleaning and removing rust. A couple of days a week there was also exercises, where the whole ship participated. This could be a fire in the engine room, a collision ++. During these exercises, we run around the ship retrieving patients, bringing them back to our base and treating them. With sometimes five or six patients, this could be quite hectic, but fun. Another part of the work was standing watch. While at sea, this is bridge watch, during which you are either a look out or at the helm, steering the ship.
Senja is of one of three ships in the Nordkapp-class, the biggest ships in the Norwegian Coast Guard. She is 105m and 3200 tonnes, so she is a rather big lady. Being built in the early 1980s, she is also one of the eldest in the whole Navy, and newer CG ships are usually smaller, lighter (no armored steel) and more comfortable. But even though Senja is not new and fancy, we had a good time. Facilities included a gym, sauna, library, salons with dvds and video games, and probably the best food in the armed forces. A luxury some might think, but the CG life was at times, challenging. A normal day was 08:00-20:00, seven days a week. If the schedule permitted it, we would have shorter days on Sundays. In the other end, we were done we were done. Sometimes this was at 17:00, sometimes at 22. In addition there were watches round the clock, and the fact that we were on standby 24/7. As a medic I had further inconveniences, such as when people woke me up at night because they had felt ill. Then I would have to get up and see what I could do before catching a bit more sleep before the 04:00-watch. Usually people got well again, but sometimes we got patients that had to be in isolation, and then it would be our (the medics) job to care for them. A bit lame sometimes, but it was a part of the job, and I actually enjoyed it (most of the time, anyways). A normal tour of duty was 2x 3 weeks, so we had six weeks on, three weeks off. In theory…
And thus the year passed, and suddenly I was done. The ship was in Bergen, and I remember standing on the shore watching the ship leave. It was quite sad, because I have had an amazing year. I have met so many nice and talented people, and made a few friends for life (I hope). I have learned so much about myself and gained a huge amount of knowledge. I have become more independent, and my cleaning skills are now superb. I have learned to live and work with all sorts of people, including people I don’t like, and I have learned to lead. As a medic I have learned a lot about injuries and the human body, things that might help me save a life someday. In the coast guard I put what I had learned into use and helped injured crew members. During my time there we also sailed from Harstad in the north down to Kristiansand in the south seeing a lot of the beautiful coast line. And of course; I’ve done a lot of cool military stuff, like shooting and working with cannons, being on exercise with several ships, submarines, helicopters, aircraft and special forces. And other cool, secret stuff.
Sometimes, military life sucks. Sometimes it’s just boring as hell. You’re feeling miserable, and just want to go home, but in the end the lame thing will be over, and you can laugh about it with your friends. So despite these downsides, I have had an amazing year, and I don’t regret it for a minute. If you are one of those who are considering to whether to go or not, go! It is pretty much a once in a lifetime chance, and you will experience a lot of things that you would not be able to do otherwise.
Now my military life is over, and next chapter of my life is studies in Dublin.
As most of you know, I have spent the last year doing military service. I have thought about writing a post about it for a long time, and I finally got around to do it. As a complete and detailed description would be several hundred pages, this is just a “short” summary (three pages) to give you the idea.
All Norwegian citizens have a duty to serve the country for 18 months, of which 12 months are usually spent in the Army, Navy, Airforce or “Garden”, the kings guard. After completion of this year, you may get called in for repetition exercises in the Home Guard until you are 45 or something like that. During your year you have a lot of options, and privates fill many positions, such as guards, military police, border patrol, cooks, electricians, foot soldiers, intelligence working, weapons assistants and drivers or medics, such as I did. But as the armed forces only need approximately one in six, there is a selection process. This starts with an online questionnaire that everyone has to answer. Based on this, you might get called in for an interview, various tests and a medical examination. If you pass these and the military wants you, you’re in. I went to this during my last year of HS, but for various reasons, my service was postponed to September last year.
So, at September 23rd, I came to KNM Harald Haarfagre, the Navy/Air Force recruit school for two months of basic training. We started in a big auditorium, and after some greeting and introductionary speeches, we were told to look around us as we would spend the next two months with the closest ones. At this point everybody started looking at the people beside them and thought “OMG, I hope you’re not a complete retard”. Anyways, after this there was a big round of further registration, medical examinations, waiting and other things until we got our gear. In the end we got to the barrack which would be our home. I came in 5.5, the 5th company, troop 5, along with 45 others, of which 6 were girls. In my room there were nine other guys, complete strangers that I would live with around the clock for eight weeks.
The key to a military life is routine. Every day is organized in the same way, so you get into it really quick, and even the lamest tasks become exactly that, a routine. Our day would start at 5:45 with breakfast and cleaning, and at 7:30 there would be an inspection of the room. And this is not like when your mom checked your room as a kid. All the clothes had to be the width of the collar of our dress uniform, approx. 7,5cm, the sheets on the bed perfect, and not a single hair or clot of dust anywhere in the room. We had to be newly shaven, the boots polished and the uniforms perfect. Failing in this would result in a re-inspection after lunch. After this we had lessons in everything from physical education, tactics, first aid, shooting and urban warfare to ethics and law. During this we had to show perfect military discipline and etiquette. Being recruits we had to salute to everyone and ask permission to speak to officers, even the most junior ones. The first two weeks we were not allowed to wear civilian clothes or go outside the base, even though we had the weekends free. It was a big change from civilian life, but most people adapted quite quickly.
After six weeks of learning to be soldiers, we would put what we had learned to the test in a field week. We were bussed to the forest, divided in squads and performed various missions for five days. We went on reconnaissance patrols, performed ambushes, guarded objects, manned road blocks and much more. The whole thing ended in the company going on a rescue mission where we got the bad guys, saved the hostages and retreated in under fire while transporting wounded and maintaining a perimeter. The whole week was very cool, and one of the highlights of the year. When we got back to base and had finished cleaning up, everybody was exhausted. With 6hrs of sleep during the last 57 hrs, I went to bed early. During the field week, we were also told our new postings. I got a spot as a medic in the coast guard. So after a week of a standard safety course for sailors, it was goodbye Madla, hello Sessvollmoen.
I came to Sessvollmoen with approx. 55 others from both the Navy and Air Force. Here we were enrolled in FSAN, the Armed Forces Medical Services, and begun an eight week intensive course. The days soon took on a similar pattern as on Madla.
We got up at six, then had breakfast and cleaned until 7:30. After inspection, the day began. We usually had a couple of hours theory in a big auditorium. There we learned about anatomy, physiology, injuries, medications, rules and regulations, and much more. After this we had a demo of practical skills regarding what he had learned. The last part was usually an exercise where we had a case with “the injury of the day”. The afternoons and evenings were spent practicing what we had learned and preparing for the next day. We also had physical education a few times a week, and this often was in the form of “combat conditioning” a high intensity work out, where we ran with gas masks, carried our partners around and stuff. Very tiring… After three weeks of learning to stop massive bleedings, fix broken bones and cracked skulls, treat burns or hypothermia, seal punctured lungs and insert needles (++) we finished part one of the course with a couple of exams.
After a Christmas break, we returned for part two of our course, the Medic module. Here we learned more about illnesses and patient treatment. We learned how to clean wounds and keep things sterile, patient examination, medications, and signs, symptoms and treatments of illnesses (everything from flu to meningitis (hjernehinnebetennelse)). This part was ended with another field week. Here we set up and ran a field hospital for five days. We operated in nine hour shifts, around the clock, and got various patients. This was also extremely fun and challenging, but tiring as well. When we got back to the barrack, we were told that we weren’t done yet, and had to run and change and pack. We were going on a “beret-run”, a challenge to get our berets back, which had been taken from us when we got to Sessvollmoen. The run consisted of us running around in the forrest in the middle of the night carrying a stretcher. The stretcher was loaded with heavy water tanks, and we had to carry this up and down snowy paths. Every now and then we would arrive at a post, where we had to perform various tasks, such as to take an ice bath, carry our “wounded” friends up a steep, snow covered hill or other things. It was utterly exhausting. The following day we got our berets back, and now we had actually earned it. Wuhuu!
The next week was spent with exams and final things, after which we all got the patches and official “medic” title, yay! My next posting was the Coast Guard vessel Senja, but first I went to Thailand for a couple of weeks, haha.
The CG is basically the guards of the sea. The ships are out patrolling the 110.000km coast line and close to 2.000.000km^2 of sea that Norway controls (that’s huge btw) The usual assignments are rescue missions and the inspection of fishing vessels, but the CG also assists Norwegian police and customs upon request. As a medic, my job aboard was to take care of the 50-60 other crew members, as well as patients from other ships. We were usually two medics onboard, and a normal day consisted of hospital routines, taking care of patients (usually just a flu, minor cuts and bruises ++) and giving first aid lectures to the crew. As this didn’t take the whole day, we also spent a lot of time with the deck hands, doing maintenance such as painting, cleaning and removing rust. A couple of days a week there was also exercises, where the whole ship participated. This could be a fire in the engine room, a collision ++. During these exercises, we run around the ship retrieving patients, bringing them back to our base and treating them. With sometimes five or six patients, this could be quite hectic, but fun. Another part of the work was standing watch. While at sea, this is bridge watch, during which you are either a look out or at the helm, steering the ship.
Senja is of one of three ships in the Nordkapp-class, the biggest ships in the Norwegian Coast Guard. She is 105m and 3200 tonnes, so she is a rather big lady. Being built in the early 1980s, she is also one of the eldest in the whole Navy, and newer CG ships are usually smaller, lighter (no armored steel) and more comfortable. But even though Senja is not new and fancy, we had a good time. Facilities included a gym, sauna, library, salons with dvds and video games, and probably the best food in the armed forces. A luxury some might think, but the CG life was at times, challenging. A normal day was 08:00-20:00, seven days a week. If the schedule permitted it, we would have shorter days on Sundays. In the other end, we were done we were done. Sometimes this was at 17:00, sometimes at 22. In addition there were watches round the clock, and the fact that we were on standby 24/7. As a medic I had further inconveniences, such as when people woke me up at night because they had felt ill. Then I would have to get up and see what I could do before catching a bit more sleep before the 04:00-watch. Usually people got well again, but sometimes we got patients that had to be in isolation, and then it would be our (the medics) job to care for them. A bit lame sometimes, but it was a part of the job, and I actually enjoyed it (most of the time, anyways). A normal tour of duty was 2x 3 weeks, so we had six weeks on, three weeks off. In theory…
And thus the year passed, and suddenly I was done. The ship was in Bergen, and I remember standing on the shore watching the ship leave. It was quite sad, because I have had an amazing year. I have met so many nice and talented people, and made a few friends for life (I hope). I have learned so much about myself and gained a huge amount of knowledge. I have become more independent, and my cleaning skills are now superb. I have learned to live and work with all sorts of people, including people I don’t like, and I have learned to lead. As a medic I have learned a lot about injuries and the human body, things that might help me save a life someday. In the coast guard I put what I had learned into use and helped injured crew members. During my time there we also sailed from Harstad in the north down to Kristiansand in the south seeing a lot of the beautiful coast line. And of course; I’ve done a lot of cool military stuff, like shooting and working with cannons, being on exercise with several ships, submarines, helicopters, aircraft and special forces. And other cool, secret stuff.
Sometimes, military life sucks. Sometimes it’s just boring as hell. You’re feeling miserable, and just want to go home, but in the end the lame thing will be over, and you can laugh about it with your friends. So despite these downsides, I have had an amazing year, and I don’t regret it for a minute. If you are one of those who are considering to whether to go or not, go! It is pretty much a once in a lifetime chance, and you will experience a lot of things that you would not be able to do otherwise.
Now my military life is over, and next chapter of my life is studies in Dublin.
mandag 17. februar 2014
Thailand part II
So, once again I have discovered how hard it is to get around to finish blogging from a travel after I get home. For some reason I just never get around to do it... Untill now! And as I promised, there's quite a few pictures as well. yay!
When I wrote my last post, I had just gotten to Koh Tao. I ended up spending a week there, and it was awesome. I went diving every day, and it was great! Not as good as on Utila, but still amazing. The best diving was in the mornings, and it was actually worth it to get up at 5:30, even though it was quite hard. We saw all kinds of fish, for example groupers, barracudas, blue spotted sting-rays and even Nemo, haha. One time we swam through a big shoal of chevron barracudas, which was kind of scary. It was kinda like this, just a bit more fish... ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCvOlrb0Zk0 (same fish, same island, different dive).
The nightlife on Koh Tao is also quite good, and one night I went on the infamous pub crawl - Five bars and one visit to the Queens Cabaret, the local ladyboyshow. It was a bit weird, but great fun, haha. On this night I also met up with Kyle, my canadian friend whom I first met on Utila last year. It was totally random that I met him again on Koh Tao, which made it even more awesome. The world is quite small....
After a week at Koh Tao, I took the overnight ferry to Surathani. The boat was quite an experience in itself, with loads of people stowed away and two people per mattress. Nice and intimate... From Surathani, I took a bus to Khao Sok National Park where I went on a two day tour.. We stayed in huts on bamboo rafts, which was amazing, and spent the time hiking in the forests and caves, boating and just chilling. One of the most beautiful places I've been! And the people I went with and the guide were very nice as well.
After Khao Sok, I spent the last couple of days in Patong Beach. One of the days, I went on a tour to James Bond island, the place where "The Man With the Golden Gun" was set in 19 something something. I'm a huge Bond-fan so it was very cool to be there, and just to make it better, two English brothers had brought speakers and played both the theme song from the movie and the Bond-theme. Awesome indeed.
And speaking of awesome, the trip to Thailand was awesome, and I had such a blast! It was nice and warm (30c every day), beautiful nature, plenty of things to see, and nice people. The food was also amazing, and it was great to be able to walk from stall to stall and get a little bit of everything. But nothing lasts forever, and after two short weeks, I had to get back to the airport. The flight took off at 06:00 in the morning, so I didn't get much sleep my last night. And just to make it worse, I ended up right next to the same creepy guy as on the flight down. What are the odds? And yes, he was just as talkative and weird. For 13 hours. sigh.... And speaking of, when we landed in Oslo and the captain said "welcome to Oslo airport. We have a light rain and 3 degrees", all of the 248 passengers let out a collective sigh and immidiately went into a small depression - which lasted until we saw the duty free. Norwegians just love duty free...
Anyways, I had a good time, managed to stay out of trouble, and I didn't get tricked by any ladyboys = great success. Now I just have to pay my mastercard bills....
'till next time,
-Magnus :)
Pictures in random order - as usual. But amongst them are; ladyboy show, me and Kyle, a monkey, a lizard of some sort, the big buddha in Phuket, me in a fish-spa, Sandy the DM and me, and a bunch of nature pics. And then some other stuff :)
When I wrote my last post, I had just gotten to Koh Tao. I ended up spending a week there, and it was awesome. I went diving every day, and it was great! Not as good as on Utila, but still amazing. The best diving was in the mornings, and it was actually worth it to get up at 5:30, even though it was quite hard. We saw all kinds of fish, for example groupers, barracudas, blue spotted sting-rays and even Nemo, haha. One time we swam through a big shoal of chevron barracudas, which was kind of scary. It was kinda like this, just a bit more fish... ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCvOlrb0Zk0 (same fish, same island, different dive).
The nightlife on Koh Tao is also quite good, and one night I went on the infamous pub crawl - Five bars and one visit to the Queens Cabaret, the local ladyboyshow. It was a bit weird, but great fun, haha. On this night I also met up with Kyle, my canadian friend whom I first met on Utila last year. It was totally random that I met him again on Koh Tao, which made it even more awesome. The world is quite small....
After a week at Koh Tao, I took the overnight ferry to Surathani. The boat was quite an experience in itself, with loads of people stowed away and two people per mattress. Nice and intimate... From Surathani, I took a bus to Khao Sok National Park where I went on a two day tour.. We stayed in huts on bamboo rafts, which was amazing, and spent the time hiking in the forests and caves, boating and just chilling. One of the most beautiful places I've been! And the people I went with and the guide were very nice as well.
After Khao Sok, I spent the last couple of days in Patong Beach. One of the days, I went on a tour to James Bond island, the place where "The Man With the Golden Gun" was set in 19 something something. I'm a huge Bond-fan so it was very cool to be there, and just to make it better, two English brothers had brought speakers and played both the theme song from the movie and the Bond-theme. Awesome indeed.
And speaking of awesome, the trip to Thailand was awesome, and I had such a blast! It was nice and warm (30c every day), beautiful nature, plenty of things to see, and nice people. The food was also amazing, and it was great to be able to walk from stall to stall and get a little bit of everything. But nothing lasts forever, and after two short weeks, I had to get back to the airport. The flight took off at 06:00 in the morning, so I didn't get much sleep my last night. And just to make it worse, I ended up right next to the same creepy guy as on the flight down. What are the odds? And yes, he was just as talkative and weird. For 13 hours. sigh.... And speaking of, when we landed in Oslo and the captain said "welcome to Oslo airport. We have a light rain and 3 degrees", all of the 248 passengers let out a collective sigh and immidiately went into a small depression - which lasted until we saw the duty free. Norwegians just love duty free...
Anyways, I had a good time, managed to stay out of trouble, and I didn't get tricked by any ladyboys = great success. Now I just have to pay my mastercard bills....
'till next time,
-Magnus :)
Pictures in random order - as usual. But amongst them are; ladyboy show, me and Kyle, a monkey, a lizard of some sort, the big buddha in Phuket, me in a fish-spa, Sandy the DM and me, and a bunch of nature pics. And then some other stuff :)
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