From my Friday morning class, to the airport, to Bergen, Norway. Last weekend consisted of a short but action packed trip across the continent. Once we got to Bergen, we picked up our tickets for our tour the next day called “Norway in a Nutshell,” and then checked into our hostel, the YMCA hostel, where we shared a room with two others from Montreal. After getting settled, we went off to explore the city in the beautiful sunshine. One of the first things we saw was a platform with tons of shopping carts filled with free books. I was tempted to stop and look around, but settled for just taking a picture, as Jordan pointed out, it was most likely a community event.
The streets around our hostel were filled with interesting things to look at. We wandered down a small street with an adorable vintage dress shop and a neat bar. Then we went to the harbor; Bergen is a port town with lots of water – make it more hilly and it could have been akin to Wellington, New Zealand, one of my favorite places on earth.
Soon, after we happened to stumble upon the Fløibanen Funicular, a railcar that takes you up the Fløien Mountain to see a great view of the city. We jumped at the chance, excited to have run into something we weren’t sure if we would have time to do. While we were waiting for the train’s next departure, we walked down the street that was right next to the station and saw what looked to be the nicest cafe I’ve ever seen. It was functionally decorated with stacks of books everywhere and bookshelves lining the walls. There was a typewriter near the counter where you place your order and the kitchen behind the counter looked homey.
At the top of Fløien Mountain, there is a shop, a restaurant, hiking trails, and most importantly a stellar view. We marveled at the city from above just as the sun was going down; there was the city below us with the winding river flowing through it. We could see the mountains surrounding the town, giving it the name “the city among the seven mountains.”
The sun disappeared behind the furthest mountain, and in the last reverberating minutes of daylight, we hiked around the trails at the top of the mountain. There were statues of trolls everywhere, and once we strayed further from the main section of the complex, it seemed like a place where trolls might actually live. Huge roots came up out through the many layers of moss that seemed infinitely squishy under our feet.
After we headed back down the mountain, we got some dinner in a restaurant right on the harbor called Zupperia. Their speciality is soups. Jordan got a three soup sampler with one soup standing out: reindeer goulash. I got the Norwegian baked salmon in spicy cream cheese with vegetables. It was delicious! The menu said it was a traditional way of baking the salmon.
After dinner we walked around town a bit and saw some of the nightlife happening around us as we digested. We decided not to go into any bars, baring the fact that a beer was about 10 USD, when in Prague, we can get a beer for 1 USD.
We woke up early the next day, I to a wonderful view of a hill full of houses from my upper bunk skylight. Our Norway in a Nutshell tour started with a train ride, and then a bus ride. We were already starting to see some fjords even before we got on the amazing fjord cruise boat ride. Jordan and I stood outside for most of the ride even though it was freezing. We saw beautiful fjords all around us, small towns of 100 or 400 built into the sides of mountains, and saw the newly frozen ice breaking under our boat and skidding all across the icy surface of the water. Although it was cold, it really was a marvelous, wonderful splendor.
We got off in a town where we had three hours. We walked around seeing the sights, being surrounded by either fjords or water on all sides. We checked out the souvenir shop, and then made our way to the outer limits of the town, sat on a bench and ate lunch. We heard a rumbling noise and looked up onto one of the fjords, amazed to see that we were witnessing an avalanche. After walking through the whole town, playing on swings, and exploring, we went to a cafe and had a wheat beer that was brewed right in that town. I wrote a couple of postcards and then we left and got on the Flåm Railway, a scenic and historic railway route. Everything was snow-covered and we stopped at a completely frozen waterfall.
The last leg of our journey was on the Bergen Railway taking us to Oslo where we would quickly sleep for the night before catching our plane the next morning. It was a comfortable train, and although our view started to change from fjords, we still got an amazing view of snowy plateaus lit by the setting sun and summer houses snowed in by deep piles. We arrived in Oslo late at night and checked into our hostel after getting a quick bite to eat, being starving. We slept for four hours and then had to get up to catch our flight back.
There is no question about it that we didn’t have enough time in Norway, but I’m so glad we went. It was an amazing place.