Melkweg

Another European city and another morning run for Scott.

We ordered a Bolt to the airport, which kept getting delayed. Meg was becoming pretty stressed at this point. Thankfully, we got there with time to spare. We said our goodbyes twice; once before the gates and once at the gate. Scott was left to sit around and wait at the airport for a few hours.

Now that Meg has gone and enjoying her business class flights, I'm going to take the liberty to write in first person. We tried to make it sound like it was written by us, not either of us individually. In reality, I drafted the footprints, and Meg proofread them. So if the story sucks blame me, but if it's the grammar, you know who to blame.

My flight to Oslo was pretty good, albeit a little delayed. However, my luggage was weirdly released (it should have been transferred directly to Bergen). I suppose I was lucky to need the toilet after my flight.

I caught the airport express to Oslo Central Station, it only took 10mins to walk to my hotel from here.

I wanted to make the most of my 24hr stopover in Oslo. As such, I dropped off my luggage and refreshed myself, then went out for a walk. This was despite the rain, which frankly was a welcomed change from the scorching heat.

The first stop on my walk was the Paradox Museum (on Meg's recommendation). It would have been better if I wasn't by myself, but the staff were super friendly and happy to help out with all the photos. I had much more fun here than I thought I would.

I then walked past the Norwegian Parliament on my way to the harbour. The harbour was lovely, even if the weather was miserable. I continued walking along the harbour through Tjouvholmen. It was at this point that I realised my waterproof jacket wasn't exactly waterproof. Determined to make the most of my time, I continued on my way to Slottsparken (Palace Park), where the royal palace is located. My hunger was setting in, and I was eager for a traditional meal. A quick google search later, and I had decided on Smalhans. It may have been a bit of a hike, but it seemed fantastic.

I arrived at the restaurant, in effectively training gear (shorts and a dry fit t-shirt) and a less than waterproof jacket looking like a drenched rat. It turns out this restaurant was quite fancy and expensive. I'm pretty sure the waitress thought she was going to turn me around when she told me the set menu price, but to her surprise, I took a seat on my own. The food was absolutely delicious, with chefs providing a description at every step of the way. At one point, one of the chefs came over to have a chat. He told me that he loved the fact that I was a walk-in and rocked up in shorts. I'm pretty sure he got a kick out of my layback attitude to a fancy restaurant. Not that it's important, but the sour beer I had here may have been the best drink I've ever had.

After dinner, I walked (I could have almost rolled with the amount of food I ate) back to the hotel to get some sleep.

Tomorrow, I'm aiming to explore a little more before heading to Bergen.Read more