Today is the last week of my stay in Oslo, Norway. Because it’s the last week, I decided to go hiking along the beautiful Norwegian fjords.


      The day is amiable, with the sun shining bright and high. As I got out from the chalet to go hiking, an eagle gracefully swooped down on a squirrel not far beside me. I’ve always admired eagles; they are like dancers in the air, who moved swiftly and gracefully. I reminded myself about the present activity and set off to hiking.

      The Norwegian fjords are like heavens on the earth. Its valleys are full of lush greeneries and fir trees. Only the tips of each mountain aren’t green. Some have brown tips, as if it was dusted with cocoa powder; the highest looked like it was dusted with fine sugar because of the snow. The lake has blue, icy, crystal-clear water. The water is so clear that it allows you to see the bottom of the lake and reflects your reflection at the same time! All of the sudden, I took a wrong footing, slipped and sprained my right knee. I lost all my hope of enjoying the great scenery of the fjords by hiking. Fortunately, I’ve got a great amount of imagination. What if I enjoy the scenery as an eagle, my brain thought. I then let myself to flow with my imagination.

      As I opened my eyes, I realised that my feet aren’t touching the earth. My hands, more likely to be called “wings”, are flapping on the smooth air. It feels like swimming, but without the chances of drowning. I played with myself for a while and decided to continue my adventure.

      I flew over the “crystal” lake and looked at my reflection. It seems really funny to look at your reflection in a wobbly mirror. I realised that the fishes swam away as I got nearer. It must have been really hard for an eagle to capture its meal. I ignored the panicked fishes and decided to explore the cocoa powder and sugar dusted mountains

      The mountains are beautiful. I was wrong about the brown-tipped mountain. It’s actually brownish-green because of the small amount of grass that grew around. Then, I headed to the white-tipped mountain. My guessing about the white-tipped mountain was right. I decided to stop on the mountain to enjoy the view. I landed clumsily on my beak and, fortunately, was kept warm by my feathers. The view on top of the mountain was heavenly. Unfortunately, I left my camera with my human self. On the far horizon, the sun sets slowly; I decided to go back to my human self.

      It was nearly twilight when I woke up. I stood up and, miraculously, my right knee had stopped torturing me. I ran back to the lake and snapped a picture; I returned back to the chalet later. I started packing my bag to go back to Abu Dhabi for my schooling next week. I just can’t wait to tell my friends about today’s experience.