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- 18 Nisan 2012 Çarşamba 10:00
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NorveçOslo Airport, Gardermoen60°11’39” N 11°5’50” E
Jorurney to Norway

The first day of the trip proper was another early start (note to my future self; I hereby promise you that you will be allowed to catch up on this lost sleep time later). We rose at 05:00; I cooked a breakfast of french toast and fruit juice, whilst Chris prepared sandwiched for our lunch later on.
At 06:00 Chris' brother arrived to give us a lift to Gatwick Airport's South terminal. When I emerged from Chris's flat he was rather surprised to see me; it seems Chris's family had assumed he would be taking the trip to Norway with his girlfriend. Another fine example of Chris' ability to disseminate information effectively and clearly.
The airport its self was a fairly unremarkable experience; although that in its self suggests that both the check-in process and our own preparedness were bang-on (as I would have noticed were either not up to scratch). There was, of course, the usual interesting experience of wandering around in one's socks having been directed to put your boots through the X-Ray machine trying to look dignified whilst doing so. On this occasion we both avoided a frisking.
The flight time from London to Oslo is a mere 1hour 50mins; not even enough time for an inflight movie. They did show a Norwegian candid camera show, in which the producers set-up a range of innocent by-standers to be 'discovered' in compromising positions. One such mark, was carefully maneuvered such that at just the right moment two "police officers" enter the shop to find him stood over the bound and gagged shop-keep, wielding a base ball bat. This confirms what I have long suspected; Norwegians have wider evil streak than they are generally credited with :p
As the plane made its approach to Oslo, we could see patches of snow on the forested land surrounding the city. The colour pallet was also giving all of those subtle ques that yes; you are somewhere new.
We were swiftly off the plane and reunited with our bags (and duck, who had insisted upon traveling in the hold for reasons known only to himself) and on to Oslo its self.
We took the airport express train into the Oslo Sentralstasjon (central station). As we passed through the outlying parts of town, the general impression was similar to that given off by a British city a few days after a heavy snow fall; that slightly gray hue of gritting salt residue. Even so, the jucsterposition of urban high-rise against great chunks of granite and patches of wooded land was quite striking; making everything feel unique to this place.
After the swift train journey and a short stroll (though perhaps less direct than optimal using our "intuitive navigation" approach) we arrived a full hour ahead of schedule at the Anker Hotel, where we to stay the night (confusing situated next door to the Anker Hostel).
After a slightly puzzling encounter with a Norwegian lift with a hinged (as opposed to sliding) outer door, we made it to the hotel room. Alas the usual British convention of providing "tea and coffee making facilities" doesn't seem to apply here; neither Beth, Bill nor Bowen would be impressed by this. (on the bright side - the bathroom has under floor heating)Okumaya devam et