The Cheesy Truth to Being Abroad!

“Trav­el­ing is like flirt­ing with life. It’s like say­ing, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go.”

With my time in Nor­way com­ing to a swift end  I’m real­iz­ing that every­thing any­one ever told me about study­ing abroad is com­pletely true. I want to ded­i­cate this post to try­ing to por­tray feel­ings that are almost impos­si­ble to get down on paper.

When I first got to Nor­way I was ter­ri­fied. The idea of plop­ping down in the mid­dle of a coun­try, let alone con­ti­nent that I have never been before was nerve rack­ing. How­ever, the energy from other stu­dents at my uni­ver­sity here was incred­i­ble. We all had this con­nec­tion to each other even though we had never even met yet. Meet­ing peo­ple was easy but find­ing the right peo­ple was a lit­tle harder. You know what I’m talk­ing about, the peo­ple that are sup­pose to make you cry say­ing good­bye, and laugh at every joke, or under­stand what it’s like to fig­ure out who you are. Its those who your fam­ily and friends talk about before you leave push­ing thoughts in your head that you’re going to find a group of peo­ple that you’ll never for­get and always plan to see. When you live in this sit­u­a­tion its almost hard to see that you’re becom­ing so close to peo­ple, yet when you look back it just seems like a slap in the face how obvi­ous it was.

Arriv­ing to Nor­way I felt like I had my life really sorted out. I knew what my major was, what my dream job was, who I was as a per­son, and even where I wanted to plant my roots. How­ever, you meet peo­ple that love to learn and love to travel and you sit down and explain what your major is and how it will help you get your job and then one sim­ple ques­tion makes you rethink every­thing. “why?” Then my life becomes spi­rals. How­ever, I’m not doing a very good job at describ­ing this moment because its not a down­ward spi­ral, or some sad real­iza­tion how my life is mean­ing­less, it gave me a time and place that allowed me to actu­ally ana­lyze what I’m doing with my life. It’s amaz­ing what a lit­tle time out from real­ity will do to you. I have decided that I am going to pur­sue a dou­ble major and I’m extremely happy with that deci­sion. Study­ing abroad allows you to be every aspect of your­self that you love with­out the wor­ries of every­day stress and respon­si­bil­ity. I have never been in a group of girls where I can be my com­plete raw self and have them respond with love and “ya, that’s just Kelsey!” It makes you ques­tion why your life back home isn’t this sweet and amaz­ing and lets you look into real­ity with a tele­scope and fig­ure out what you can do to make this hap­pi­ness stretch over seas.

The truth about study­ing abroad, even if it is a lit­tle cheesy, is that it takes who you are on a roller coaster ride and lets you ride through every low and high. The only way to put it into words is that study­ing abroad lets you explore a world that you may not have seen and lets you meet peo­ple from all over the world. Peo­ple that will for­ever be in your heart and only a plane ticket away. It lets you express your­self in a non stress envi­ron­ment in order to develop a way in life that makes you a bet­ter per­son. I know that from now on my pay­checks are going to plane tick­ets. The Kelsey that started this blog is now improved.

These inspi­ra­tional quotes have helped me put words to the feel­ings that are invoked dur­ing study­ing abroad and I hope they help oth­ers too :)


“Trav­el­ing– It leaves you speech­less then turns you into a storyteller”


*These inspi­ra­tional quotes were found online.

Learning Field Techniques — September 2nd and 3rd

Day Eight: Field Research Methods

This morn­ing started with yet another trip onto the lake. At 5:30AM, we took off to the other side of the lake to con­tinue our prac­tice with bird iden­ti­fi­ca­tion. We iden­ti­fied a red-capped car­di­nal, large-billed tern, hoatzin, blue and yel­low macaw, cor­morant, mus­covy ducks, jacana, and black-tailed hawk, which was par­tic­u­larly excit­ing (I love birds of prey).

When we returned to shore, it was time to switch groups. My group went with Ursula to check the mist nets for birds. We had caught one white-capped fly­catcher. Ursula showed us what to look for on the birds and how to take the data. This included leg diam­e­ter, fat con­tent, wing length, gen­der, and molt­ing. I was lucky enough to get to let the bird go. I took him in my right hand and could imme­di­ately feel the poor thing’s heart rac­ing. What must that be like for the bird? I was relieved to see it fly off unharmed.

Every­one came in around 11:30AM, so we all just waited for lunch. Once we had our fill of the deli­cious stuffed squash with rice, we got ready for our insect iden­ti­fi­ca­tion class. My group was able to bring back a shed cicada exoskele­ton, some ter­mites, a large ant (with a sev­ered drag­on­fly head in its jaws), a but­ter­fly, and a damsel fly. Dur­ing class, we learned how to exam­ine insects and how to deter­mine their order.

After the ento­mol­ogy class, we had our first group pre­sen­ta­tion. Before we left for the trip, we had all been assigned to groups to present in Peru on dif­fer­ent sub­jects sur­round­ing bio­di­ver­sity. This day was the Func­tions of Bio­di­ver­sity group. They held their discussion/activities out on the lawn. The pre­sen­ta­tion cov­ered fun­da­men­tal ecosys­tem func­tions and ser­vices, such as suc­ces­sion, pol­li­na­tion, dis­tur­bances and reac­tions, nutri­ent recy­cling, and top-down con­trol. The rest of the evening was spent talk­ing about our research projects. Over­all, this was a long, hard day. Just one of many. But so worth it.

Day Nine: Project Refinement

Today was pri­mar­ily spent refin­ing our research projects. Nick, Sara, and myself have decided to do a behav­ioral study on Hoatzins, a par­tic­u­larly awk­ward and hilar­i­ous bird. I com­pletely fell in love with these blun­der­ing fools when I first saw them bal­anc­ing poorly in the trees. I found them oddly beau­ti­ful, and com­i­cally evolved. I wanted to learn as much as I could about them, mostly because I thought they were mys­te­ri­ous. They look totally unique, and their behav­ior intrigued me. My group spent quite some time talk­ing with each other as well as a bird researcher there, who offered some excel­lent advice. We were told that we’d start our projects the next day with a two hour sur­vey of the lake, where we would plot all observed groups and count indi­vid­ual birds. Next steps would include defin­ing behav­iors and ran­domly select­ing groups to study.

At this point, I was really excited to start the project. I thought the Hoatzin was the most oddly fas­ci­nat­ing thing out on the lake, and they aren’t very heav­ily researched. I liked (and still do!) my group mem­bers, and I loved being out on the lake.

Laker that day, we had a pho­tog­ra­phy work­shop from Dano, who was there on a video assign­ment from the San Fran­cisco Zoo. We messed around with our cam­eras for a while and I was able to find some really neat set­ting on the cam­era I’d brought. I was able to get some great shots of but­ter­flies after that.

We also heard from Lisa, who was doing research on the giant river otters and the Orinoco Geese. I thought it was par­tic­u­larly inter­est­ing when she said that a goose trav­el­ing alone would take a straight shot route to Bolivia for the migra­tory sea­son, whereas geese with fam­i­lies will wind along the river.

It was another long, hard day. Not Not quite as phys­i­cally intense as other days, but it was bloody hot and every­one was exhausted. I think the con­stant sched­ule and rough sleep was catch­ing up with us. not to men­tion a lot of frus­tra­tion with the project pro­pos­als — I was so glad to hear that our was going to work out.

The science of Kosrae

Kos­rae, FSM is a dream loca­tion for field work in the nat­ural sci­ences.  It is hot, muggy, trop­i­cal, beau­ti­ful, and there are not a lot of things liv­ing on the land that can kill you (I don’t think that I can say the same for the water, though).  With the pop­u­la­tion remain­ing small over the past sev­eral thou­sand years, the islands ecosys­tems are rich and pristine.


While there, I got to par­tic­i­pate in sev­eral eco­log­i­cal sur­veys, my favorite of which being the coral reef sur­veys.  We got the oppor­tu­nity to hold our class­room out in the water near a place called the ‘blue hole’, where we snorkeled around with clip-boards tak­ing notes on coral iden­ti­fi­ca­tion.  It was fairly dif­fi­cult not to get dis­tracted by all of the fish and the occa­sional sting ray, but I learned tons nonetheless.


We also got to learn about man­grove ecosys­tems, which involved hik­ing through mud (at some points waist deep) from inland to the coast.  The trees were gor­geous as many were very old, and their impor­tance to the islander’s tra­di­tional and cur­rent way of life were never understated.

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In our offi­cial ‘off time’ we got the chance to explore the island a lit­tle bit more.  I was excited to get to scuba dive on three occa­sions, and I even got to call (friendly) sharks to me on my last day there while snor­kel­ing.  I got to enjoy kayak­ing up one of the island’s rivers while watch­ing the giant fruit bats (fly­ing foxes) swoop around at dusk.  The island was so dark at night, some­thing I am not used to any­more, that I even got to see some stars (but watch out for the crabs after sun­fall!). Over­all, this lit­tle island inspired me both to con­tinue to pur­sue my cho­sen career path and to keep find­ing ways to explore the world and to meet unfor­get­table peo­ple along the way.

Norwegian Study Permit Key Steps

*Dis­clo­sure: The infor­ma­tion regard­ing obtain­ing a study per­mit for study­ing in Nor­way can vary from uni­ver­sity to uni­ver­sity in Nor­way. It will vary from where the appli­cant was born and the appli­cant should look up fur­ther guide­lines for the per­mit. I am no way an expert on the mat­ter and this is likely to change from coun­try to country.

I am writ­ing this blog entry today to put together a chart on the best way to go about obtain­ing a study per­mit for study­ing in Nor­way for more then a three month period. I will be going over key advice and bul­let points of impor­tant infor­ma­tion you may not find on the offi­cial web­sites. My expe­ri­ence with obtain­ing a study per­mit for study­ing at the Uni­ver­sity of Bergen was a messy one. It took me many months to put together cor­rect infor­ma­tion, and many wrong turns. Study­ing abroad is such hard work due to the amount of things you need to com­plete by cer­tain deadlines.

Step One: 

  • Cre­ate a check­list of nec­es­sary steps in order of the dead­line they need to be com­pleted by. This will come in handy not only for the study per­mit but all of the require­ments for study­ing abroad. 

Step Two:

  • Know the dif­fer­ence between a study per­mit and a visa (I didn’t!)
  • More infor­ma­tion on the dif­fer­ence is located on the UDI website.

If you are from the USA you do not need a visa to visit and go to school in Norway


Step Three:

  • Know your embassy. There are four Nor­we­gian Embassy’s and Con­sulates located in the US. Each one is assigned a group of states. If you are liv­ing in Wash­ing­ton state you are assigned the The Con­sulate Gen­eral in San Francisco. 

575 Mar­ket Street, Suite 3950
San Fran­cisco, CA 94105 USA
Phone: (415) 882‑2000.
Fax: (415) 882‑2001.

Gen­eral Office Hours:
Mon­day – Fri­day: 9 a.m. – 4 p.m.
The pass­port office is open from 1 p.m. – 3.30 p.m. all week­days.
We are closed between 12 noon and 1 p.m.

Side Note:

Online it states that you must be present in per­son in order to obtain your study per­mit. As of today, this is false. When I went through this process I had done all of the research and looked on all of the offi­cial web­sites only to fly down to Cal­i­for­nia and find out that I did not need to phys­i­cally hand in my paper­work. It was one of the most won­der­ful trips with a cou­ple of my aunts, but one that was com­pletely unnec­es­sary and caught me com­pletely off guard. Every­one I had spo­ken to had gone to San Fran­cisco to hand in paper work, and when I got there the woman work­ing was shocked! The impor­tant infor­ma­tion that I got from her was this:

  1. After you apply email the con­sulate and let them know that you will be send­ing your infor­ma­tion to them as well as ask any impor­tant ques­tions you may have. Always dou­ble check to make sure the flight to Cal­i­for­nia is required. 
  2. Make sure you have all of your impor­tant doc­u­ments (I will be putting up a list)
  3. Do not buy your plane ticket to Nor­way until you have got­ten some sort of response.

Step four:

    • Apply!


Step five:

  • Know how much every­thing costs and make sure you have a bud­get planned. The price for apply­ing for a study per­mit is 2,500 NOK. (roughly 415 USD)

Step Six:

  • Go to your local police sta­tion upon arriv­ing in Nor­way and obtain a res­i­dent card for non EU/EEA/EFTA
  • In order to obtain your res­i­dence card you will need to make an appoint­ment which requires you to go into the sta­tion for most places.

Items to bring with you: impor­tant doc­u­ments (accep­tance let­ter, proof of finance, etc )pass­port, and cur­rent address in Norway!

*You are required to do this no later then 2 weeks after arrival. How­ever, if they give you an appoint­ment after this time do not freak! You’re aloud to be in another coun­try for three months with­out a permit.


Here is a screen­shot from the UDI web­site of the doc­u­ments that need to be sub­mit­ted when apply­ing for a study permit:


If you have any ques­tions or feel as though I need to elab­o­rate on any­thing feel free to comment. :)


Beautiful culture, breathtaking island: Kosrae, FSM


Before my trip to Kos­rae, Fed­er­ated States of Microne­sia, I would never have been able to com­pre­hend the beau­ti­ful expe­ri­ences that I would gain from meet­ing the peo­ple who live on the island.  As it is very small and remains rel­a­tively geo­graph­i­cally iso­lated in the equa­to­r­ial pacific, there is not a lot of tourism or traf­fic to and from the island from peo­ple other than the Kos­raens.  Because of this, our visit went hardly unno­ticed by the locals.

As we left the air­port for our first ride around the island, it seemed like every one of the island’s 6000 cit­i­zens was wav­ing to us from the road which spans a par­tial perime­ter of the island.   The kids would run after our truck, and every­one would should a greet­ing (which I would become very fond of) Lwen Wo (Good after­noon)!  I was ini­tially over­whelmed with the imme­di­ate enthu­si­asm of the islander’s on behalf of our visit, but I soon became very used to this as I real­ized that they are really just that friendly all the time.


As reli­gion is wide­spread among the islanders, it is very impor­tant that Sunday’s remain a day solely of rest, and no activ­i­ties are per­mit­ted which may cause a per­son ‘to sweat’.  We were warmly (no pun intended) wel­comed the day after our arrival to attend a large church on the south side of the island in the vil­lage of Utwe.  Group after group of men and women went to the front of the church to sing, with voices clear and melodic (they are very mod­est about their singing, but it is known that the islanders have a par­tic­u­lar tal­ent).  After the ser­vice there were snacks of fresh fruit such as green tan­ger­ines and bananas set up out­side for us, which was an ini­tial taste of the gen­eros­ity which we were to expe­ri­ence through­out our month there.

One of the goals of our class is to help pro­mote sus­tain­able prac­tices and edu­ca­tion about the man­grove forests on Kos­rae.  To do this, we planned a teacher work­shop where we could assist the teach­ers in devel­op­ing les­son ideas as well as pro­vid­ing addi­tional knowl­edge about why man­groves are impor­tant to the health of the island. Although I (sadly) missed the actual work­shop because I was sick, I got the oppor­tu­nity to teach a cou­ple of Kos­raen women the same mate­r­ial, and the exchange of infor­ma­tion that took place was very enlight­en­ing for all of us.


Through­out our sci­en­tific endeav­ors we began to become more acquainted with peo­ple who helped to guide us or work with us through our stud­ies.  One man in par­tic­u­lar, named Erik, is the head forester of the island and proved to be par­tic­u­larly spe­cial to every one of us stu­dents.  As we spent quite a bit of time vis­it­ing with him we got to know him and his fam­ily.  As we were prepar­ing to say good­bye on our last week he invited us to his house for a ‘party’.  As I arrived I saw four tables full of tra­di­tional Kos­raen food which he and his fam­ily had pre­pared for us.  He had hand caught lob­ster, reef fish, and man­grove crabs for us, as well as catch­ing a tuna for some fresh sashimi.  The amount of effort on their part to pro­vide us with this uniquely gen­er­ous expe­ri­ence was one that I will remem­ber forever.

I also got the oppor­tu­nity to meet a num­ber of peo­ple on the island through my 24 hour home­s­tay with a fam­ily in the vil­lage of Malem.  I was excited to learn that the father of my home­s­tay fam­ily was an envi­ron­men­tal sci­en­tist, and so it was very easy for us to become acquainted and build good con­ver­sa­tion.  How­ever, the major­ity of my time was spent with his chil­dren and their cousins, who were so excited to have us stay.  They showed us all of their favorite spots to play, as well as games that they enjoy and they even attempted to teach us how to speak Kos­raen (I now think it was so that they could gig­gle at our poor pro­nun­ci­a­tion).  They were absolutely adorable, and we were all sad to part ways.


Dur­ing our trip the islander’s cel­e­brated one of their biggest hol­i­days, Lib­er­a­tion Day.  They invited us to join in with their parades and games, and they sat us with their elders as guest of honor while we spec­tated.  Every­body was light­hearted and hav­ing so much fun, and it was pleas­ant to see such a large group of peo­ple inter­act­ing with each other in such a care­free (yet at times slightly mis­chie­vous) way.  As women and men par­tic­i­pated in games, there was some play­ful sab­o­tage (I am fairly sure I got hit in the back by a fly­ing flip-flop after I passed a laugh­ing Kos­raen woman in the race)… The sec­ond Lib­er­a­tion Day cer­e­mony was par­tic­u­larly spe­cial to us because we were joined by the Gov­er­nor of Kos­rae, who later made it a point to attend our final banquet.


This trip has taught me that some of the best expe­ri­ences that you have in life are the ones that you don’t antic­i­pate. I knew that I was going to ‘expe­ri­ence a new cul­ture’, but I had no idea how much it would warm my heart and how impor­tant and enrich­ing it would be for all of us collectively.

Kulo Malu­lap (thank you) for reading!

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Türkiye Cumhuriyeti welcomes You!

10/7/2014 Blog by Damian Kash­fia, UW Both­ell IAS: Global Stud­ies, Bogazici Uni­ver­sity Exchange

One month has passed since I left Seat­tle for Istan­bul, pop­u­la­tion 14 mil­lion. For so long, I have wanted to get away from Wash­ing­ton and really immerse myself in a new envi­ron­ment and oh man, I def­i­nitely think I accom­plished that.

Ankara may be the cap­i­tal of Turkey, but Istan­bul is truly where the action takes place. The eco­nomic and cul­tural cen­ter of the coun­try, Istan­bul is always evolv­ing, the city itself is the def­i­n­i­tion of change. Every­where I go, I con­stantly see the new and old in an embrace; cen­turies old build­ings lined up next to beau­ti­fully designed high-rises hold­ing offices to multi-national com­pa­nies and banks, peo­ple shop­ping in brand new shop­ping cen­ters mush­room­ing around the city then going to a cafés that have been around for over 100 years, etc. It may be a cliché, but Istan­bul is truly an East meets West city. To gain an idea of the atmos­phere of the city, just imag­ine Europe and the Mid­dle East hav­ing a baby. It’s really a cool sight to see such con­trasts as women dressed con­ser­v­a­tively abid­ing by mod­est dress pre­scribed by Islam stand next to adver­tise­ments with scant­ily class, or hear­ing the call to prayer from mosques as peo­ple sip fine Turk­ish wines from local eater­ies. Need­less to say, Turkey is quite a dif­fer­ent place from the U.S., at least from Seattle.


Istan­bul, Turkey

A Brief Overview of my First Month          

When I landed at Ataturk Inter­na­tional, my first thought was how was I sup­posed to leave the air­port because for the first time in my life, there was no one by my side to help me out and no one wait­ing to pick me up when I landed. Once I exchanged some dol­lars into Turk­ish liras, I went out and some­how man­aged to com­mu­ni­cate with a very friendly taxi dri­ver who spoke next to no Eng­lish and sim­ply gave him the address of my apart­ment. 2 and a half hours and God knows how many traf­fic jams later, I reached what was to become my new home. There to greet me was my Turk­ish room­mate, Eyup, who has since become one of my friends, in fact I could safely say he was my first friend here.

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My neigh­bor­hood

For the first few days after I landed, I went out just around the area of the apart­ment located in a nice, mid­dle class area close to the tallest build­ing in Turkey, Sap­phire. The neigh­bor­hood, located in the area known as Kagithane, is in my opin­ion a nice area filled with a plethora of shops, cafes, gro­cery stores, bak­eries, and small restau­rants, all within walk­ing dis­tance of the apart­ment and only a 12 minute walk from the metro sys­tem. What I’m really look­ing for­ward to is the open­ing of the metro line for Bogazici Uni­ver­sity, so then I can just take the metro instead of the bus, but then again I’m not com­plain­ing about a 30 minute bus ride either com­pared t over an hour back in Washington.

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Sur­prise birth­day party with new friends

Thank­fully after about a week, my slump felt to be com­ing to an end. As the days pro­gressed, my room­mate began tak­ing me out (he’s 29 and told to me that he is see­ing me more as his lit­tle brother than his room­mate) and show­ing me around, even intro­duc­ing me to some of his friends. Then my Ger­man room­mate, Tobi, came from Cologne. When he arrived, things really began to pick up as we began going out more and meet­ing more exchange stu­dents, a major­ity of which seemed to be com­ing from Ger­many. I don’t know why, it may have to do with the large Turk­ish pop­u­la­tion in Ger­many, but it seems that Ger­man stu­dents are really attracted to Turkey.  After some days had passed, I had already devel­oped my cir­cle of friends and with­out me even think­ing such a thing was pos­si­ble here, they had orga­nized a sur­prise party for me for my 20th birth­day which I orig­i­nally thought would be the first birth­day I spend alone! I really could not believe what had just hap­pened. It was really one of the coolest things I couldn’t even have thought of.

As the days, I began going out more and social­iz­ing and meet­ing up with new friends. I was really start­ing to explore the city and develop a life of my own in Istan­bul.  And before the semes­ter was about to begin, a large group of exchange stu­dents, includ­ing some of my friends and myself, took a trip to the Cap­pado­cia region in east­ern Turkey.

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Cap­pado­cia, Cen­tral Turkey


The trip started out a lit­tle dis­ap­point­ing, but quickly took a turn for the bet­ter and it was a beau­ti­ful area filled with amaz­ing designs and land­scapes designed by Mother Nature her­self. One of the best things about this trip was not only see­ing a new face to Turkey, but also devel­op­ing stronger con­nec­tions I had already estab­lished with oth­ers, and in some cases, cre­at­ing new ones as well.

Bebek, near university

Bebek, near university

Once we came back, the semes­ter imme­di­ately began and I can hon­estly say it wasn’t a drag at all. Bogazici Uni­ver­sity is an incred­i­bly beau­ti­ful uni­ver­sity, and great part of this is due to loca­tion, loca­tion, loca­tion. The uni­ver­sity is located on a cliff over­look­ing the Bospho­rus Strait from the uni­ver­sity derives its name (Bogazici lit­er­ally means Bospho­rus in Turk­ish, hence Bospho­rus Uni­ver­sity).  The area the uni­ver­sity is in is also great, sur­rounded by count­less cafes, shops, and restau­rants, so when you fin­ish your classes there is really no rush in going back home when you can soak in the laid back atmos­phere of the area. My pro­fes­sors all seem to be personable

View from Bogazici University

View from Bogazici University

peo­ple as well, very fun and engag­ing which makes the classes enjoy­able and makes all of us in the class actu­ally want to participate.

All in all, my intro­duc­tory time to Turkey is def­i­nitely going to be some­thing I will never for­get through the tri­als that I was put through and the new life I devel­oped on my own. I can con­fi­dently say that if this first month has been a sign of any­thing, it’s that there will be count­less sur­prises, both good and not so good, that await me in my one year here.

Until next time!





Of Soul and Seoul

Blog writ­ten by Valerie Cortes, Class of 2015, Media and Com­mu­ni­ca­tion Stud­ies. Study abroad–South Korea

valerie cortes photo for blogMy study abroad trip to South Korea mainly focuses on Seoul and how its peo­ple and tech­nol­ogy inter­twine. There is this spe­cial rela­tion­ship between the city itself, its inhab­i­tants, and the tech­nol­ogy that merges the two together. Both are part of the impor­tant cul­tural dynam­ics found not only in Seoul but all of South Korean cul­ture. The mix of old and new can be seen in this dynamic and inno­v­a­tive coun­try that also main­tains impor­tant parts of its cul­tural past.

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Time to Reflect~

With a lit­tle over a month gone by I feel that it is appro­pri­ate to do some reflec­tions. The best way to describe what it is like to live in a for­eign coun­try for a month would be to say that the first week feels like your entire life, and every day after that is made up of less hours in the day.

My first day in Bergen felt chaotic, relax­ing, insane, dan­ger­ous.. just a pile of emo­tions. I remem­ber look­ing out of my win­dow and star­ing at the water and moun­tains and city lights and think­ing to myself that this will be what I see every­day. In other words, it will be home. As I stare out of my win­dow it seems impos­si­ble that the girl I was a month ago has trans­formed into the girl I am today, and that when I look out my win­dow for the last time in four months I’ll be think­ing the same thing.

This month has brought me so many beau­ti­ful moments and just as many obsta­cles. One of the most impor­tant lessons I have learned while being here is that the effort you put into some­thing is what you will receive. Every­one should go out of their way and find a way to get what you want.

The beauty in Bergen can­not be beat. Above we have the view from Mt. Floyen dur­ing the sun­set. The pic­ture does this no jus­tice. I can say that when I get back to the US I’ll have some neat look­ing calfs from all the hik­ing adven­tures that are offered here! Below is a pic­ture at the top of Mt. Floyen! You won’t have to look far for some troll and witch action here!

One of the most invig­o­rat­ing feel­ings is know­ing that I can nav­i­gate a com­pletely for­eign place. Walk­ing around with a map in my hand at all times for the first week feels like a life­time ago. Walk­ing into the gro­cery store and see­ing such a high price for every sin­gle item, rang­ing from 22 NOK to 100 NOK, I was ner­vous to buy any­thing! Learn­ing how to under­stand another cur­rency on top of under­stand­ing the lan­guage has changed quite a lot since I’ve been here. I can now under­stand the prices of things, where to go to find the cheap­est price for a cer­tain item, and what is rea­son­able on Norway’s terms for some­thing. I am also sur­prised at how much Nor­we­gian I can take in and reply to (in English)!

With such a short time liv­ing in Bergen I feel as though the things that I have come to value the most are things you can­not buy. Being here has made me think about every­day strug­gles in a way I always over­looked before. Mak­ing con­nec­tions with other peo­ple has been one of the hard­est tasks while study­ing abroad. I have come to have a new appre­ci­a­tion and kind­ness to peo­ple. This month has brought me to a place that allows me to open up eas­ier then I ever have before. Not only have I been able to iden­tify the bet­ter ways in which I can inter­act with peo­ple more, but the way to bet­ter present your­self to the world. I have learned to grow into the per­son that I really am as a twenty year old woman, rather then a lost teenager enter­ing col­lege not know­ing what I want to do in the world.

 Quote of the day: 

We are very good at prepar­ing to live, but not very good at liv­ing. We know how to sac­ri­fice ten years for a diploma, and we are will­ing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have dif­fi­culty remem­ber­ing that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.” –Unknown

Over­all, from the moment I stepped off the plane and could not find my way around the air­port I knew that things were going to change very fast here in Nor­way. They have, but mostly I have. With the expe­ri­ence I have had so far I am able to push myself in ways I never knew were pos­si­ble. For the first time in my life my only respon­si­bil­ity is to enjoy and con­quer Europe, study hard, eat well, and take the time to stay out­side of my room as much as pos­si­ble! The finan­cial, men­tal, and phys­i­cally strug­gle that I have faced here seems insignif­i­cant to the greater pur­pose. I guess money can buy hap­pi­ness ;) because it sure can buy plane tickets!!!

Forest, meet the group…group, meet the forest — August 31st and September 1st

Day Six: Intro­duc­tory Hikes

Our first cou­ple of days at Cocha Cashu were spent get­ting our bear­ings, and for good rea­son. Cocha Cashu is so remote and the for­est is so untouched that it comes as a bit of a shock. The 31st of August was an easy hik­ing day.

We woke up nice and early for our first hike (though much later than we were used to, at that point — we nearly fell over when they told us that we weren’t meet­ing until 7:00AM). We were all required to wear rub­ber boots while out in the wilder­ness, so I donned my absolutely ridiculous-looking white boots that I bought in Cusco. Pretty much every­one bought there’s in Cusco, but theirs were black and yel­low. Me, being my father’s daugh­ter and there­fore an incred­i­ble cheap indi­vid­ual, decided to go for the white boots that were two or three soles cheaper. Suf­fice it to say, I got teased a bit — but all in good fun, of course!

We split up into groups after break­fast. One group went with Ursula to explore the area north of the sta­tion, and my group went south with Tim. We worked our way beyond the tents, into the thicker veg­e­ta­tion, and even­tu­ally into swamp­land. Along the way, we were intro­duced to dozens of plants, insects, and spi­ders. At one point, Tim caught a beau­ti­ful Blue Mor­pho but­ter­fly and held it up for us to see clearly. They’re sim­ply enor­mous! He also caught the much smaller Glass-Winged But­ter­fly. Through­out the hike, we were focus­ing on plant adap­ta­tions, par­tic­u­larly in the swampy areas. We dis­cussed why all leaves in the rain­for­est had “drip tips”, why only some trees have but­tresses, and how plants com­pare to oth­ers. For me, it was a new aca­d­e­mic expe­ri­ence; I’m not a sci­ence major, after all. I strug­gled to keep up with the Latin names of plants, but I was deter­mined to learn more!

Later in the day, our group went with Ursula and did the same thing in a new area. We talked a lot about ter­mites, the Solanaceae fam­ily (tomato, egg­plant, bell pep­per, etc.), and plant pre­da­tion. We also got to see some incred­i­ble mon­key activ­ity right above our heads! We all went to our tents com­pletely exhausted that night, and fell asleep to the itch­ing of bug bites and the lul­laby of the jungle.


Day Seven: Intro­duc­tion to Bird Watching

And on the sev­enth day, Ursula said.…let us watch birds.


Any­way, the first of Sep­tem­ber was devoted to the birds! We got up very early and split into three groups, who all went in dif­fer­ent direc­tions. My group started in the canoes with our TA, David. The canoes are these shaky, hard-seated cedar canoes — I’ll talk a whole lot more about those once we get to our research projects. For today, we took these canoes out for nearly two and a half hours before break­fast and enjoyed watch­ing the sun come up over the lake. 


Dur­ing our time out there, we got to finally see the Giant River Otters up close. They were too quick to get good pic­tures of, but they popped up around us a few times before becom­ing bored with us and head­ing north. We also observed Jacanas, Hoatzins, Dona­co­bius, Green Ibis, Scar­lett Macaws, Blue and Gold Macaws, a Red Capped Hawk, Tiger Heron, and many other bird species. Like I men­tioned in an ear­lier post, I was get­ting really into birds at this point. I think the fact that I strug­gled so much with the plant names but under­stood the bird names made them that much more excit­ing to observe. Not to men­tion that they were all beau­ti­ful and so dif­fer­ent than the birds at home.

After break­fast, we went with the next group. For us, that was mist net­ting with Ursula. She taught us how to han­dle, take out, clean, put away, trans­port, and set up the nets. Once we had been edu­cated, we headed out into the field to put our new knowl­edge to the test. We found our spot in the woods, set up our nets, and left them overnight. It wouldn’t be until the next day that we actu­ally got to try catch­ing birds and study­ing them.

The day wasn’t long enough for a three-part rota­tion, so my group would be bird-watching with Tim the fol­low­ing day. The rest of this day was spent tak­ing a botany class in which we learned how to inquire about and iden­tify plant char­ac­ter­is­tics. Again, I really strug­gled, but I’ve come home with a bunch of new knowl­edge about plants and I want to learn even more.


Leaving for Cocha Cashu — August 29th and 30th

Day Three: Travel by Boat

Me and my tent-mate were woken up around 4:00AM by the sound of bib­li­cal rain. And I mean BIBLICAL. I’ve heard sto­ries about heavy rain, but this exceeded even those. It sounded as if the Blue Angels were some­how hov­er­ing over our heads for an hour and a half. At one point, I thought the world might be end­ing. At another, I was sure that we were in dan­ger. But every­thing turned out fine — in fact, you might say things turned out bet­ter than they oth­er­wise would have, since the height of the river rose nearly a meter! When we all (offi­cially) got up, we boarded a boat on this river and were thank­ful that our chances of hav­ing to push the boat over shal­lows was decreased.

The boats, which were large, cov­ered canoes with motors, car­ried all of us in two groups deep into Manu National Park. As we pushed on, civ­i­liza­tion became sparser and veg­e­ta­tion denser. Even­tu­ally, no other boats or houses were able to be seen — only thick, dark for­est. We made a few bath­room stops on beaches (not much pri­vacy through­out this trip…) and looked for ani­mal tracks in the sand and mud. At one point, we found fresh ocelot tracks.

One of our stops was at a very remote town called Boca Manu. Here, we were sup­posed to present our vac­ci­na­tion cards to a doc­tor and get approved to go deeper into the park. We waited for hours for the doc­tor to show. Dur­ing these hours, we became well-acquainted with the gnats of Peru, which are not at all like the ones here at home. These ones bite…and itch. They’re also every­where; nearly impos­si­ble to escape. When they bite you, they take out of a vis­i­ble chunk of skin and leave behind a con­gealed spot of blood. The group impa­tiently waited for the doc­tor, swat­ting and grunt­ing at the gnats the whole time. Once the doc­tor finally came, we were dis­ap­pointed to find out that he had no inter­est in see­ing proof of the vac­ci­na­tions we paid a lot to get. He was much more con­cerned about us wear­ing sun­screen. To be clear, though, DO make sure that you get your vac­cines when trav­el­ing to Peru and other sur­round­ing coun­tries! Not only for your own safety, but for the sake of the indige­nous peo­ple that you have very real chances of run­ning into.

We left Boca Manu and prac­ti­cally cheered to have the gnats gone from the sur­round­ing air. We did, how­ever, take dozens of bites with us. My feet and ankles had some­where in the neigh­bor­hood of thirty bites.

After a full day of travel, we stopped at our lodg­ing for the night. This place, called Limonal, was a sta­tion off the bank of the river. Unfor­tu­nately for the group — which was com­posed of new adven­tur­ers, at this point — we arrived after night­fall. We started set­ting up our tents by the light of our head­lamps and quickly real­ized that the long grass we were set­ting up in was swarm­ing with insects. And I mean SWARMING. You could shine your light at any given spots and see a blur of hop­ping, fly­ing, and sprint­ing crea­tures. We got our tents up quickly, ate our din­ner with an air of para­noia, and dove into our tents for sleep. My tent-mate and I spent a num­ber of min­utes check­ing the nooks and cran­nies of the tent for any crit­ters. Alas, there were a hand­ful of grasshop­pers, but we let them stay, since they were the least of our con­cern. We slept pretty hard that night, though we prac­ti­cally fell asleep itch­ing gnat bites.


Day Four: Travel by Boat…again!

We got up at the break of dawn and set out for our final des­ti­na­tion: Cocha Cashu Bio­log­i­cal Research Sta­tion. We ate our break­fast of eggs and rice, packed up our tents, and were on the boat once more. This time around on the boat, we were to take a wildlife sur­vey for the whole ride. Over the course of the eight or nine hours we spent on that ride, I learned how to iden­tify a large num­ber of bird species, even from a dis­tance. Horned Scream­ers, Yellow-billed Terns, Large-billed Terns, Road­side Hawks, Black Vul­tures, Greater Yellow-headed Vul­tures, Turkey Vul­tures, Mus­covy Ducks, four kinds of par­rot, five kinds of macaw, Orinoco Geese, and many more. That was my absolute favorite part of this sec­tion of the trip: learn­ing that I had a knack for bird iden­ti­fi­ca­tion. I can see myself get­ting into bird-watching later in life.

Along the way, we also got to spot a White Caiman, Wooly Mon­keys, and Spi­der Mon­keys. It was a beau­ti­ful day. You hardly notice that you’ve been sit­ting for nine hours on those boats. There’s so much to look at, and you’re acutely aware that you could spot some­thing amaz­ing at any given moment.

In the early evening, we made it to Cocha Cashu. We had to hike our things about half a kilo­me­ter from the beach to the sta­tion. It’s a beau­ti­ful area — the

kitchen is spa­cious and clean, the bath­house has plenty of room

for stor­age, the show­ers are clean and mod­ern, and the library makes for a nice quiet area. After every­thing was brought in, we were assigned to tent plat­forms. K

ellen, Haley and I set up our stuff on our plat­form quickly and made it back to the com­mon area with time to spare. The light was amaz­ing — you would look up through the trees and see shim­mer­ing leaves, puffy clouds, and a Squir­rel Mon­key or two. The lake was calm and quiet.

We all went on a short hike to get intro­duced to the veg­e­ta­tion sur­round­ing the sta­tion. We talked about plant species and the his­tory of the land. The flood­plains used to be under water a lit­tle over 100 years ago, but once the river broke off and formed the lake, the flood­plains burst to life with tons of inter­est­ing species. We talked for hours about the plants’ adap­ta­tions to the envi­ron­ment. Tim, the other pro­fes­sor, caught a cou­ple but­ter­flies and let us look at them closely. The hike was an adven­ture in and of itself.

That night, we were wel­comed by a few researchers at the sta­tion. They told us that we were incred­i­bly priv­i­leged to be there — a state­ment that I know under­stand the weight of. In the 40 years that Cocha Cashu has existed, fewer than 5,000 peo­ple have been there. It is truly one of the most remote and untouched places on the planet.

We went to bed feel­ing blessed…and acutely aware of how iso­lated we all were.