It's skiing time again

Nice weather, the sun is shining, -8°C, the sky is blue and Sognsvann is calling. Time for Mari and Lilian to get back on the skis for some physical workout.









For me going skiing usually meant planning big holidays, packing suitcases, taking the car for a 9-10 hours drive southwards of Germany to the French Alps. But here on the way back, 300 m away from home: just walking with your ski boots and your skis on the shoulders through the middle of the city passing in front of the Royal Palace. As if it was the most normal thing to do. Well, it might be for Oslo's inhabitants, but definitely not for me. I simply had to take a picture of this crazy situation.