Somewhat ironic...
After hundreds of years under first Swedish, Danish and then Swedish rule again, Norway's independence day has been reduced to the following combination of nationalism and nature:
The girls in their national dresses - aren't they pretty?
Now, of course these fancy festive occasion-clothes are ridiculusly expensive, so some of us just dress up:
Christer, Geir and Fredrik doing an intertwined toast of cognac.
Obviously this wonderful celebration of the birth of our nation is marked by the coming together of friends and fellow classmates, where one eats good food (see below) and enjoys fine liqeour (see above) as the pictures show, so as to get at least mildly intoxicated.
All the food at Rokken's lunch-gathering
Janne, Turid and Kaja at the info-students' brekkie-gathering
All in all the day consists of eating, eating, drinking, eating, more drinking, parade, and a concert to top it all of. Luckily this year the weather was nice. The sucky part for me was that I had to study:(
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