No(r)Way!

Early wake up in Zürich and, after less than 12 hours, I found myself at the airport AGAIN. hihi
Okay to be fair at that point I was not too amused. I was tired, the night before I had done nothing but washing clothes and packing my stuff for the following week. WHY hadnt I allowed myself even 1 day „off“ between two vacations?? But then still I was happy to leave again. Being back felt a bit weird to be honest. During the past week I had really forgotten I still had a life back home..

On the flight from Amsterdam to Bergen I sat next to a friendly elder man who turned out to be Professor at the university of Bergen, doing research on obesity and growth and hormone signalling during puperty. We talked all flight long. He talked about his work, asked me many things about myself and my studies and even told me about his kids, grandkids etc. I took the opportunity to ask him about Bergen, some sightseeing I could do and how I could get to the city from the Airport.

So, When I arrived I knew where I had to go, took the train and 25 mins later i stood in Bergen sendrum. I checked into my hostel & met 2 solo traveller girls, Finja and Caro. Finja is also celiac - but a hardcore one. I told her I was going to try some local food somewhere in the evening and she said she never eats outside, only has yogurt-drinks and nuts while travelling and doesnt use the hostel‘s kitchen because she‘s too scared of getting colon cancer at the age of 50. I then told her that I would definitely prefer eating outside and being careful in my choice of restaurants and running the risk getting colon cancer instead of never eating out, never trying local food, and living up to my 90s or until I get smashed by a car.
Maybe I was too direct because she seemed quite shocked about my lifestyle and my statement. Eventually I left to walk around the city. I didnt make it far, it was pouring outside so I walked into the first cute restaurant and ordered a traditional fish soup from Bergen. It was good but I was slightly disappointed that there were about 4 miniature pieces of Salmon and 3 pieces of Cod. But still it warmed we up and gave me enough energy to walk around, see the fishmarket, the harbour, the old Brygge village and even do the 50 mins hike to Fløyen. It’s always better to be warm than cold. So I was wearing 4 layers which all had so say goodbye at some point on my way up the hill. In the end I was only wearing a t’shirt and had to carry my hoodies and jacket… On top of Fløyen I bumped into Caro, who had taken the train to get on the hill. We headed back to the hostel together. I changed and went out again to look for a restaurant where I could eat some local speciality. On my way Thomas Tschanen, a childhood friend, texted me that he had seen I was in Bergen and gave me some Restaurant recommendations. Great coincidence since I was looking for one at that moment. I decided to try Fjellskål, one of the restaurants he told me to go to. It was quite different to sit at a fancy restaurant alone. I think also the (very good looking, blond, tall and blue eyed-) norvegian waiter thought it was strange because he came quite often to ask if everything was alright and when I had glutenfree bread left after dinner he brought me a „present from the kitchen“ which was a scallop in a sauce, baked with parmesan, where I could dip my bread in. Either norvegian people are very friendly or he just felt sorry for me haha;) Anyways the salmon was delicious and also the glass of white wine fit very well. I was super satisfied when I left and strolled a bit through the city until i made my way back to the hostel to get some sleep.Baca lagi