Kinda creepy being in here alone with all these empty beds.
Escaflowne Corner, Episode 23
This one starts with an interesting time jump. We don’t see any of the immediate aftermath of Van confronting his pointlessly evil brother, Folken. In fact it appears to have been put on hold, and his brother switches sides anyway, joining them in the city to prepare for a war with the big evil wizard even though Van still loathes him.
We get some nice dialogue between Folken and Hitomi, where she comes across as extremely clever:
Hitomi goes on a jog through town, trying to settle her emotions. She comes to a stop near the central fountain at sunset, panting and sweaty. Folken sees her from an archway and wanders up, and they talk about Van for a while. Then:
Folken
You aren’t scared of me? I’m the man who used the Intensified Luck Soldiers to try to kidnap you.
Hitomi
I can’t say I’m… okay with it. But…
Folken
But?
Hitomi
If I were scared of you, you’d be on your guard, right? I don’t want that. If you don’t trust people, they don’t trust you.
Folken
My seeking refuge here may be part of a plot, you know.
Hitomi
Even if it were, I think you’d return that trust. It might not come across clearly, though.
Folken
(To himself) So that’s your power…
Between this and other scenes we could build an idea of Hitomi’s social strategy that’s frankly a bit too complicated for this show, but still visible: Her trust and earnestness combine with her magnetism as an adorable but harmless tomboy, and she draws powerful people into her orbit by encountering them in unexpected contexts, and then trusts or approves of them, and they’re compelled to try and be better people so they can maintain that approval.
Like I said, a bit too complicated. It’s too much to unpack, from a suitcase that’s too small to hold it. For example, if Hitomi dressed like princess Millerna, men and women alike would either be less inclined to trust her or take her seriously, or too busy flirting with her, or all three. The fact that she doesn’t is essential to her character. But is Hitomi actually aware of how her specific physical appearance is making people react? According to the show, absolutely not. She’s too un-calculating to be thinking that way. And yet, the dialogue above shows her being very deliberate with her feelings…
Anyway, the second half of the episode is a big battle and a lot of extras get incinerated, and Van and what’s-his-face prince guy – Allen? – fight as a team, but the whole time they’re apparently thinking about protecting Hitomi, and she has some wackadoo vision about that, and lectures them both about not being so bloodthirsty for her sake. Then she wishes she was home, and a big portal opens up, and …
Oh come on, was it all a dream? Is she back in the school infirmary, like Alice waking up from her nap? Tune in next time…
Hmm okay, so now an entire country and its maniacal mad-scientist king are obsessed with whether a young lady will fall for a hotshot pilot. That’s the premise here.
And it’s dumb as rocks. Sorry, but this is the corny love-triangle zero-confidence Hitomi of the second episode, and it’s a serious letdown. Just one episode ago it looked like she had really changed.
Now the plot takes over, enabled by fantasy woo nonsense with vague rules dressed up in the clothing of B-movie sci-fi gizmos and lightning bolts. It’s the “fate alteration ceremony”, and it’s just as stupid as the name implies: Van’s pointlessly evil brother and one of his wack sexy catwomen perform a choreographed dance that somehow makes Hitomi and Allen do the same thing hundreds of miles away. That thing? They meet on a bridge and smooch. And since Hitomi has gone and done something physical with Allen – a peck on the lips, oh horrors – they are now supposed to be in love and the fate of the whole world will pivot to some different future where the evil empire is triumphant because Hitomi is going to abandon Van, who will die in the war.
I honestly didn’t even want to watch it, I was so exasperated. Unbelievably stupid. Like, “throw vegetables at the screen” stupid. I was yelling out loud, “Who wrote this crap? Who had the actual nerve, to write something this stupid?”
That has god to be a VERY strong roof to hold up all that slate.
I took my time packing up the tent, giving it a chance to dry on a picnic table. I had a long way to ride but paradoxically that meant I was going to prepare even slower than usual, because I wanted to make sure the journey started well and that I definitely didn’t leave anything behind.
Those are the two preventable things that bite hardest on a long bike tour: Being surprised by some equipment failure you didn’t check for, and leaving stuff behind. (Even if you know exactly where you left it, that place might be the other side of a mountain it took you six hours to deal with.)
But, it’s a bike tour: That means you don’t have anything to do for the entire day except make the journey. So, slow right down and pay attention to the journey. It could take six hours, or it could take sixteen… That’s fine. It’s a really different vibe than regular modern life.
After the first big climb I shot down to a little cluster of houses – not enough to call a town – with a co-op store in the middle. It was the first place along the route where I could get food, so I parked the fully-loaded bike nearby and strolled in, quite confident that the bike would be safe. Such is my trust of Norwegians. I could probably leave it parked there for a week and no one would mess with it, though after a couple of days someone might start asking around to see if there was a confused cyclist wandering the streets without a bike.
I don’t know what’s stranger: That these are “SALT SKUM”, or that they are “candy people”.
Okay, it’s not the most healthy selection, but I could do worse…
I’m not proud of what I ended up buying, but I was listening to my stomach and limbs. They wanted:
A bag of chips
An orange
Egg salad (more like a sandwich spread than a salad)
Shrimp salad (same)
Chocolate milk
Two chocolate muffins
A couple of mysterious candy bars
It’s not me calling the shots; it’s my legs mostly!
I packed it all into the bike (except for a chocolate muffin which I packed into my belly) and rode on, feeding my ears with “Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me”. Keeping up with the news back home in the loosest possible way.
“If you are fond of walking, you are in the right place.” Well said, kiosk.
“If you are fond of walking, you are in the right place.” Well said, kiosk.
The Himakånå Hike (English taken directly from the sign.)
Himakånå is a spectacular mountain formation towering over Lysevatnet, near Hinderavåa. 3571 MASL (meters above sea level). It is often called Nedstrand’s answer to Troltunga in Hardanger.
The road to the mythical creature of Himakånå, starts by the main road approximately 750 m east of the church, by a small and red electrical transformation kiosk. Here you will find signs pointing to both Himakånå and Stelanuten.
In the beginning, you wil walk on a tractor road, later, on what remains of an old road and path. After passing a section of the trail, the farm Helland will be to your right. Soon the trail goes out in open terrain, where animals can be seen feeding on the grass. Here it will start opening up with a good view of the south and the Ryfyike Islands.
After passing this place, you will find a new sign pointing westward and towards Himakånå. Here will split. One of the two trails continue upwards towards Stelanuten. The trail towards Himakånå is on the left, and passes through a landscape of scattered birch forest, bushes and heather. At the end of the trail, the mountain rises vertically down towards Lysevatnet.
When finally reaching the top, get rewarded with a magnificent view in spectacular surroundings.
The trip back goes the same way as up. Otherwise, it is possible to continue towards Stelanuten and down to our eroe, Ivou dian on takine tils route dow, kis minerten lu liare all chud wor stationed there as it is somewhat far from Hinderavag.
It rained a bit. I paused under some tall trees and devoured chips and egg spread, until the branches above me were soaked and stopped being a shelter. Nearby some tame geese honked at me, then moseyed over in search of chips. I told them “no”.
Another few hours of riding brought me over the last hill, into Haugesund. There were lots of students walking around wearing sweatpants with the name of their school stitched onto them in large letters. Small crowds of them were converging on a party happening at the local park. Folks living their regular lives, while I was taking a break from mine.
I really do enjoy how informative the local signage is about hikes.
I really do enjoy how informative the local signage is about hikes.
The Presten Hike (English taken directly from the sign.)
Route description: 7,0 km round trip to “Presten” (“The Priest”), 213 MASL.
The walk starts at the dam by Eivindsvatn Lake. Follow the road to the right along the lake’s edge and continue on the main road up the valley, “Djupadalen”, at the end of the lake. Walk past “HIL-hytta”, a cabin owned by the orienteering club, and continue straight on across the bridge at the first road fork. At the next fork, keep right and continue upwards to the southern end of Krokavatnet Lake. Cross the little wooden bridge and follow the path upwards. Keep left at both forks in the path to climb to the ridge east of and above the lake.
You will arrive at a tall cairn named “The Priest”, where you will enjoy a marvellous view of large parts of the country around Haugesund. On a clear day you will be able to see “Folgefonna” to the northeast – Norway’s second largest glacier.
The path continues down to “Jetnaheim”, where there is a picnic site with views across the lake. The stone foundations you see are the remains of a cabin built in 1916 by Haugesunds Fjell-lag. It was torn down in 1954, as the lake had been made a drinking water reservoir.
“Jotnaheim” refers to Norse mythology, where a “jotunn” was a kind of troll or ogre. From Jetnaheim the path goes down to the concrete dam at the northern end of Krokavatnet. Cross the dam, and go straight up the rocky slope to “Skaret”, a narrow passage south of the Jotnafjell ridge. The path leads down Skaret to the Djupa-dalen road, taking you back the same way you came, to the Eivindsvatnet dam.
As I followed the Eurovelo 1 north to the edge of town where my campground was, I approached a striking monument in the center of a park. There was no way I would pass this by without inspecting it.
It turned out to be dedicated to a viking ruler from 1200 years ago named Harald Hårfagre.
IN MEMORY OF HARALD HAARFAGRE WHO UNITED THE COUNTIES OF NORWAY INTO ONE KINGDOM NORTHERN PEOPLE ERECTED THIS STONE A THOUSAND YEARS AFTER THE BATTLE IN HAFSFJORD 1872
Harald Hårfagre (English taken directly from the sign.)
The sagas connect Harald Hårfagre – Harald Fairhair – to a family of chieftains in Vestfold near present-day Oslo. More recently modern historians have claimed that he was a West Country king, hailing from Sogn, Sunnhordaland or Karmey. Harald sought to bring all of Norway under one ruler, most probably driven by the desire to secure the coastal shipping lanes, which were the Vikings’ main trade routes (c. 800-1050 AD). He made allies of the Lade Earls of Trendelag to do battle with the minor kings of West Norway’s fjordland. Harald won the decisive battle in Hafrsfjord, near today’s Stavanger, at the close of the 9th century.
We believe Harald only secured control of Western Norway with his Hafrsfjord fleet. In the sagas we hear of several other royal farms in these parts, such as Avaldsnes on Karmey, and Fitjar in Sunnhordland. In those days the king maintained control by journeying through the realm with his warriors. King Harald died in about 930 AD and is credited with setting in motion the process that led to political and territorial fusion of Norway into one nation, a process that was completed in the 13th century.
Snorre Sturlasson in his saga of Harald Fairhair writes that “King Harald died of disease in Rogaland and is buried in a mound at Haugar overlooking the Karmsund strait. At Haugesund stands a church, and right beside the churchyard to the northwest lies King Harald Fairhair’s burial mound, but to the west of the church lies King Harald’s gravestone, which once covered his grave in the mound.”
When Snorre visited the area in 1220 he was shown a mound with a burial chamber which, tradition had it, contained Harald Fairhair. Historians in the 19th century agreed, placing his grave at Gard Church. Later research sheds doubt whether it was King Harald’s grave that Snorre visited almost three centuries after his death.
In 1872, a 17 metre tall granite obelisk was raised at the Gard Church ruins to commemorate the battle of Hafrsfjord 1000 years earlier. The elegant spike symbolises the unification of Norway and stands in a circle of 29 stones, repre-senting the ancient Norwegian counties that Harald brought together. On the north side, between the obelisk and the county stones, lies a gravestone flag that may be the one described by Snorre.
The commemoration obelisk can be seen as a product of the National Romanticism that raged in the late 1830s. It was a period when the country’s ancient history was being tapped to cultivate a new, national self-esteem. The monument at “Haraldshaugen” was the brainchild of Haugesund’s Ludolf Eide, who put forth the idea in 1863 and won country-wide support. The national monument was unveiled on 18th July 1872 by Crown Prince Oscar, later Oscar II. Representatives from the royal family, the national assembly (Storting), government ministers and county dignitarles attended this “1000 Year Jubilee” which occasioned much popular celebration and merrymaking.
Right beside Haraldshaugen lay the Gard Church. Gard was a royal farm and the largest estate in ancient Skáre district.
Very probably it was Gard Church that Snorre described on his journey to Norway in 1218. The last reference we have is dated 1316. Perhaps the church was left to ruin after the Black Death (AD 1349).
The foundation wall which was visible until well into the 19th century, measured roughly 15 by 6 metres. Also quantities of soapstone have been found on the site, including chiselled and decorated column heads.
The stone cross at Krosshaug is believed to have been erected in early Christian times. Early stone crosses of this kind indicated that the country was Christian, and they were erected to both “christianise” heathen graves and indicate Christian gathering places before churches were built. They may also have been erected as monumental stones. This cross stands directly on the rock, with no burial mound underneath.
Bishop Fridtjov Birkelid, who studied the Norwegian stone crosses closely, suggests that a monument may have been erected to King Harold the Fairhaired’s eldest son, King Eric Bloodaxe, who died in England in the year AD 945.
The cross is almost 3 metres tall. It broke in half in the winter of 1846-47, and was reconstructed in 1869 with the two parts joined by iron rings. Rogaland and Sunnhordland are the regions outside Great Britain with the largest number of stone crosses from early Christian times.
I think we would all like to claim some kinship with the Vikings, distant or near, because their legacy has had an interesting reconstruction. People acknowledge that they were murderous, rapacious, kidnapping, plunderous brutes, but then they conveniently drop all that and embrace the spirit of adventure and the freedom of movement they represent in the modern age. … To the point where even the native Icelanders now put anachronistic horns on the viking helmets decorating their official signage, because the myth is honestly more important than the truth.
And the existence of the myth is no accident: A thousand years of distance, and the scant written records of their more mundane lives, made space for the Viking age to be reconstructed for a modern purpose, similar to the way ancient Egypt is fascinating mostly because the details of their society were lost.
(Though the case of Egypt is a bit ironic: Their history, language, and written works were actively destroyed by invading peoples, and the monuments that remained inspired later civilizations to fill that space with fantastical and even supernatural tales. And so, people worldwide are interested in ancient Egypt, while practically no one but the modern Egyptians are interested in modern Egypt, except for how carefully it acts to preserve its ancient past.)
I guess the lesson for the Persians of several thousand years ago is, “make sure you finish the job.” Har har.
Anyway, I found a decent spot at the campsite right next to the monument. It was windy but the place had good services and was affordable.
After seven hours on the bike my right leg was bugging me again, just below the knee. Hopefully I could go easy on it tomorrow.
Right before bed I called up the recruiter who was negotiating the start date of my next job, and we arrived at a compromise of mid-June. It was much, much earlier than I really wanted, but I felt like it was the right move. To get home in time for the jetlag to wear off I would need to aggressively cut my biking schedule and probably book a bunch of things in advance. It would be difficult. But, that’s a problem for “tomorrow me”…
Escaflowne Corner, Episode 16
Now we’re reading an old journal and getting flashbacks. That’s new.
And we get a scene of Hitomi’s friends and mother back in the “real world”, which is quite the change after 14 episodes set entirely in this alternate one. Why?
Oh wait… A few more scenes and, SPOILERTHH, Hitomi’s grandmother was a mystical traveler as well! And oooh daaang she’s the cause of Allen’s family drama! There could be an amazing subplot here about narrowly avoided generational incest, but that would absolutely be too much for a kid’s show, though not too much for anime in general.
Speaking of sexy stuff, I’m pretty sure the beginning of this episode has a scene where the catwomen we just learned about pledge themselves to Van’s brother as sexy feline sex slaves. For sex. Me-yoowww.
Overall, this was a well-constructed episode and I wish the first ten had been more like it, because it was kind of a slog getting here. Darned good music though.
I was quite comfortable in the sleeping bag, though wearing my “sea captain” sweater and my rain pants and two pairs of socks did seem a bit extreme…
I had some trouble redeeming my deposit at the ATM thing in the wall, but the attendant was on-site, sharing a giant pizza with the rest of the staff, and she worked the machine at the desk inside the reception area and I got my ten bucks back.
Continuing northwest along the cost, I started to see real chunks of flat farmland. I wondered if this region is a sort of “bread basket” for Norway. Poking around in Google Earth I didn’t see much other flat terrain in the whole country.
Step 1: Clear the rocks out of the field. Step 2: Use the rocks to make walls.
A lttle introduction to this section of road, the “North Sea Cycle Route.”
The sign translated more-or-less as follows:
“Welcome to a trip on Kongevegen. A collaboration between the landowners and Hå municipality has allowed parts of the old road to be opened to public traffic. The road is currently used by the farm for transport and service roads, so animals have the right of way.”
“Large parts of the road pass through agricultural areas, which means that everyone must respect the requirement for a lane restriction. Farmers have a right to euthanize any dog that causes damage to animals.”
“There are many rare plants and flowers along the road, which runs partly through the Jærstrendene landscape park. In the Reime area, it is forbidden to take flowers or other plants with you. You can, however, take the nature experience with you.”
The sound of the surf and nearby animals was pleasant, and I made a short recording with my phone. While that went, I chomped on a sandwich I’d bought the previous day. Another traveler came by on foot and opened the gate, which made a loud squeal. He shut it carefully, grinned and waved at me, and kept going. A nice encounter but it meant I had to edit the recording!
The dirt road became a gravel trail, then went through a small park and joined a regular paved road. The Eurovelo route sent me through a rural area and over a few steep hills. At the top of one I spied a strange object:
My cabin for the night was just the right size. Easy to heat, and enough room to stretch out. I sorted photos and chatted with my friend Matt about our shared experience with corporate burnout and the rapid evolution of “A.I.” tools in our industry. I was in a dark moment and made the following prediction:
“In the same way that sturdy hiking shoes let a person’s feet stay soft for their entire life with no consequence, ubiquitous AI assistance will let people‘s critical thinking skills stay completely undeveloped from birth to death, and like a good pair of hiking shoes now, we will see it as liberating, and progress.”
I’ve been right about a lot of this technology in the last few years … but I honestly hope my long-term ideas are wrong.
Dig that combination of hot plates and toaster oven. Looks dangerous!
An episode with an ending that hits at a dramatic inflection point, instead of an action scene. That’s a change. This episode was a change generally: It was mostly palace intrigue, and had some funny scenes just for the sake of being funny.
This show doesn’t tend to do “B-plots” that would improve the pacing by switching away from the main narrative, so if that narrative is boring, there’s nothing you can do but chew through it. The plotting in this episode was more complex — but that’s not saying much because the bar was set pretty low already.
Hitomi manages to pass her prediction skill from herself to someone else just by describing it vaguely and telling them to “concentrate”, which makes me suddenly ask: If she can do that, then what good is she? Hmmm.
Tasty, but really rich and oily. My intestines sorta panicked!
Escaflowne Corner, Episode 8
Dialogue up front, action in the rear. This time there wasn’t a cliff-hanger in the form of danger, but in the form of a plot development, which was refreshing. We get a tiny bit of characterization between Hitomi and Van, but learn nothing new. The jailbreak with Allen is very derring-do, and between the billowing princess dresses, horse-drawn carriages, knights in armor, floating fortresses, and central-European mountain scenery, we hit peak Japanese exotic fantasy. It’s all here folks!
I was also impressed with the thrifty but effective way the explosion at the mine was animated. Lots of simple moving planes and background/foreground juxtapositions to convey a massive disaster in an interesting way without having to draw a lot of frames.
Question: So does Van have some kind of sexual thing going on with his catgirl, or is she like, an actual pet to him? Just wondering, because it’s not really clear, and the catgirl is running around on all fours in a kind of sack dress and no underpants. Is she going to eventually return to her people and find a cat-boy? Or is none of this ever explained? I’m guessing the latter.