Today was the day we were waiting for: Sognefjord in a Nutshell. A day-long trip that involves trains, planes and automobiles. Wait… no, just the trains. And after we finish with the trains, we get to hop onto a boat and head out onto a Norwegian fjord for a couple hours. Time to admire Slartibartfast’s handiwork first-hand! Continue reading “Help, help, I’m in a nutshell!”
Heeeeeere fishie, fishie, fishie…
Moving from Oslo to Bergen meant moving from the inner city to the coast. So many new things floating through the air: sea salt, gas fumes from boats, sea gulls, sea gull poop and the smell of fish. Lots and lots of fish. Continue reading “Heeeeeere fishie, fishie, fishie…”
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No sleep for the weary
Especially when the weary is driving. That was pretty much the story of the day: leave Oslo, drive through the mountains halfway across the country (technically, from the middle to the western coast), then arrive in Bergen. No plans beyond that. You might think that would be extremely easy to stay awake for, but you would be wrong. Thankfully, we survived the experience and got to sleep in our beds that night. Yay for beds! Continue reading “No sleep for the weary”
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AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! SUGAR SHOCK!!!
Sorry, too much Fanta and not enough water. I suppose I have the option of drinking out of the toilet (or get water out of the sink if I’m really desperate, but whatever the source, I better try to drink something that’ll cleanse my system instead of making me vibrate. But that certainly wasn’t the biggest story during the third day of our trip in Norway. Continue reading “AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! SUGAR SHOCK!!!”
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Day… 3? I’ve already lost track.
With the flight going overnight, lack of sleep and time zone changes, I think this is the third day of our trip, but I’m not sure how well I’d do on a polygraph test if you asked me that question. Regardless of the day, I’ve tried to squeeze everything into these journal entries that I’ve been writing for the sake of our trip, but who knows? Maybe posterity will get something out of my posting this stuff on the Internet. Or maybe it’ll just save me time and effort to fill my friends in on the details of my trip. Continue reading “Day… 3? I’ve already lost track.”
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The journey has just begun
We’ve been sitting in the airport for 45 minutes and I’m already going stir-crazy! Well, maybe not, but I’m ready to get on the plane. There’s not much going on here on the ground, whereas once we’re on the plane, I can fall asleep before anyone demonstrates how to use my seatbelt. (You think I’m joking.)
Anyway, things have started off without much of a hitch. I say “much” because there’s been one small problem: they gave us the wrong seats flying to Reykjavik. We made reservations in January to get seats 5C and 5D for every flight—one row, both sides of the aisle. When they pulled up our tickets, they gave us 6D and 6A. A window seat. And that’s a problem.
Why, you might ask? It’s because Mom gets claustrophobic when she gets crammed against the side of a plane with people between her and the aisle. For me, I need the extra leg room that comes with sticking my leg out into the aisle It’s especially important right now because after knee surgery, my knee will sometimes start aching to the point where it feels like something might rupture if I don’t straighten my leg. Consequently, being curled up in a seat where it’s impossible to get any extra room to stretch out is asking for trouble.
Thankfully, the guy at the desk changed our seats so they’re both on the aisle, but they’re on the right side of the aisle. Since surgery was on my right knee, that’s the leg I may need to stretch out, so… hopefully, I’ll find a kind and gentle soul on the other side of the aisle who will switch seats with me.
In the meantime, we’ve got just under two hours to burn before they start boarding the plane, so going stir crazy may be inevitable. Maybe if I get someone to tell me that the nearest exit may be behind me, I might be able to fall asleep.
