There’s no bad weather, only bad clothing.
The Norwegian saying is apt in these northern climes. I’ll hear it numerous times on my weeklong visit, in part because it’s June and I have a wardrobe more suited to the California desert than any place in adventuresome, rainy, snowy Norway.
Although I’m generally drenched each time I hear it, I honestly don’t mind. I’m already enthralled by the breathtaking country, and I’ve caught the spirit of its super queer-friendly people. Still, my ignorance is revealed when I foolishly ask Bergen locals if the country’s second largest city’s Pride march will still go on in event of rain. “Of course,” they say, with incredulity.
There’s a reason why Bergen Pride’s logo features a pink man with an umbrella. It does rain, and thousands do indeed march through the rain. What locals deem a “drizzle” certainly won’t stop Norwegians from celebrating equality.
The Bergen Pride March (don’t call it a parade
