a map of Sandefjord City
by Hildeal
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Torsoyustillinga /torsoy gallery
by Hildeal
Is located in Eftang, Larvik and it takes around 30 minutes to get there by car. There's an art gallery there, every year and three main artists like Aake berg, Dang Van Ty and Hans Normann Dahl. This years guest artist this year was Harrition Pushwagner.
Free intrance. The prizes of the pictures is anywhere from 3000 to 50000 NK so if you have a big budget....
from 16.07 -11.08 2010 monday to Sunday
free intrance
adress:
Eftangveien, 3280 Tjodalyng, Larvik, Vestfold If you have an GPRS it would be easier.
Waterphilia
by bpwillet
When I was walking around Sandefjord's residential area there were lots of families out swimming or just sunbathing. The woods that surround parts of Sandefjordsfjorden are great for picnics or walks.
It looks just like a field
by Igraine
Here in this field they found the Gokstad ship that is currently in the Vikingshipmusuem in Oslo.
It looks like nothing special but still they found it here. It must have been burried very deep because they found the mast still on the ship.
The hill shows were it was nowadays in use as a hill to sled from. On the side is a wall with more info about this site but it was hard to reach due to the melting snow.
How do they survive?
by CliffClaven
Okay, I guess the photo has got your attention. The Norwegian tourist office likes to advertise the country's sandy beaches and balmy summer weather. But old Cliffie wonders just how they survive in winter. And heaven knows what it is like farther north, because Sandefjord is located in the tropical south of the country. Oh, those summer nights!
But old Cliffie was there in November. The hotel was warm, comfortable, efficient, friendly. And there was a thermometer attached to the wall outside his room. He opened the window to get a better look. That brought the tears to his eyes, as a blast of icy air hit him. Blinking rapidly, he stole a quick look at the thermometer. Okay, it wasn't exactly polar weather: merely five or six degrees below zero. But what is it like when winter really kicks in?
Outside, old Cliffie wandered the streets in search of a post office and listened to the crunchy sound of the studded winter tyres of the occasional passing vehicle. Down at the end of the main street a massive car ferry was loading for the short trip to Sweden. Old Cliffie pulled his scarf tighter, shoved his hands into his pockets and waited for the bus to the airport.