It's interesting to me that every single person I've ever met in Norway who lives in Oslo regards the rest of Norway as "the sticks". I have lived in three different parts of Norway, Oslo being one of them. I'm from a large city and Oslo was more like a village than city. I didn't even know how to describe it before a Norwegian called it that. Oslo is okay, there are things happening there and interesting people, there are good restaurants, shops, bars, clubs, cinemas. People outside of Oslo tell me "Oslo is not Norway" whilst people from Oslo tell me "Norway is Oslo". It's all your point of view. I'm reporting on my experiences alone. I have quite a few friends here, but they're all foreigners. I am not intellectually stimulated by Norwegians at the least. The conversations doctors have at lunch revolve around one or two topics. At this time of year, it's cross country skiing. I work with four other doctors in a practice and all we can talk about at lunch is that or swineflu. It was the same when I was working at a major hospital.
The women, in perfect honesty, beat out most American women almost every single time. But I've travelled extensively and I have lived in many places, not just here and in Eastern Europe. The women here pale in comparison to most other European women. Take another country I've lived in, a small one called Iceland. The people there are spectacular. I love them to death. The women? Absolutely fabulous. They refer to Norwegian women as "burger butts". They are a very open and warm people who speak English very well. I felt very accepted there. The bad? Well, they're broke for one. Also, it's impossible to get a job there.
One pet peeve of mine here in Norway is that about 90% of Norwegians don't even try to pronounce my typical English name correctly. When I introduce myself, many of them look down and say "ja vel" (translation: um, okay). It often seems like a put down a lot of the time because many people I have daily dealings with repeatedly mispronounce it. Please. It's a very easy name to pronounce. I've been told that the reason for this is that Norwegians don't like to make mistakes, so they won't try to pronounce my name right for fear of that. When I take a patient into my office for a consultation, about 50% react in the stereotypical xenophobic way when I shake their hands and introduce myself as their doctor and tell them my name. About 30% are embarrassed and try to say it. 10% are just happy I'm there and enthusiastic about getting seen. 10% get it right and become interested in me as a person and ask me where I'm from. I'm of course not here to be asked where I'm from, but it's nice once in a while when someone takes an interest in you. That's a major issue in this culture. I haven't figured out if it's egotism or what, but no one seems interested in each other. I feel like I have good contact with and form a bond with a very small percentage of my patients. There's a good book that describes the people here exactly. I read it in German, the title was Pferden stehlen (Stealing Horses). It might be that in English. Anyway, at one point in the story it's summer and a guy moves into a house out in the country. He looks out his window and sees his neighbour's house and says to himself "hmmm, I think I'll drop by and say hello after Christmas." Haha. To me, that's unbelievable. It takes people here a very long time to warm up to you and people are very happy to stay in the same job in the same place for 30 years. It's almost admired. Someone like me who likes to see the world, experience different cultures, and meet different people are seen with suspicion. I think that having an understand or at least experience with many different cultures is an asset. People here don't see it like that. Since people here travel very little aside from countries like Turkey, Greece, and Spain, they really have nothing to talk about with me.
The other thing that gets me about this first 50% of people who see me with suspicion or look down on me is that no matter what I do, they will always think that they're better than me and I will never be accepted. It was my mission when I first landed here to learn to write and speak perfect Norwegian. Everyone tells me that I write absolutely perfectly without any signs of mistakes. Spoken Norwegian is very tonal and accent oriented. Several words can be confused if you put the accent on the wrong part of the word. Many words are almost sung. So I will always have an accent, though it is not the typical American accent, and for that this first 50% will never accept me. Otherwise, no matter who you are or what colour you are, as long as you speak without an accent, you will be regarded as equal. I have a problem with that. Sure, I don't like sitting and listen to a Russian speak broken English trying to get a point across more than anyone else. It's annoying. But my Norwegian is not like that so I don't understand. I've given up caring about those people think, but it was bewildering when I first came here. I figured the society would be very open to foreign workers because they seriously need them. I also thought because they don't get much exposure to the outside world, that they would be interesting in us foreigners. I was quite wrong.
Mod me down all you want. I'm not at all bitter, I'm just reporting my own experiences as a traveller who has been to many different places. Like any country, there are good things and bad things here and you have to weigh those before making a decision to immigrate. I just wish someone had told me how it really was because everything you read about this country in the news is sweet chocolate-covered goodness. I also know that it is not only me who feels this way. All of the foreigners I've met here have the same things to say about it, especially my American countrymen. My experiences are actually much better than quite a few people I know. I have a few friends from Croatia and they get shit on. Constantly. One is a doctor and the other is a dentist. What they have gone through here is horrifying. I won't go into it because it makes me depressed and upset.