We got up bright and early to finish packing and straighten up the rental before leaving. We were well ahead of schedule on the way out so we took the coastal route to the airport.
Our flight to Oslo was on the same kind of tiny prop plane we arrived in.
I was able to catch a little sleep on the flight and get a sandwich during the layover. The second flight was considerably shorter but less pleasant. The woman next to me spent most of the flight elbowing me and eventually spilled a glass of wine on me. So I was grumpy at the airport and probably very short with the lady doing currency exchange.
We got a metro ticket into the city. One ticket for 2 people, which I have never seen. It also didn't say anywhere we could figure out if it was metro or train. I had picked a metro stop as a destination, though, so we went with that. The metro stop turned out to be in the middle of a department store? We eventually found our way out onto the street and headed towards the apartment Bill had rented. It's above a shoe store on a pedestrian street full of shops. Basically, this is what every outdoor mall is trying to mimic. We are staying at what Bridge Street wishes it was. And while the view is no longer an idyllic fishing village pier, I can see a gelato stand.
Also, it's 2 floors up and only accessible via a narrow spiral staircase.
So after we dragged the bags up and I took a much needed shower, we headed back out for dinner. We're very close to one of the 3 cocktail bars Bill wanted to visit. We were going to get dinner first at Restaurant Puk, but didn't have reservations. They said we could come back in 45 minutes, so we agreed and got a cocktail at Ruby first.
The cocktail menu looked excellent. I ordered a Scotch based drink and Bill got something with an herbal nose and a citrus tang. Mine turned out to have a bit of a licorice finish, so we traded. And spent a while talking to a Norwegian customer about how we liked his country, but alcohol was so expensive.
Next up, dinner was a danish sausage plate and a smoked salmon salad with smoked cheese and radishes.
And now I'm ready to sleep off the rest of that hike.
Our flight to Oslo was on the same kind of tiny prop plane we arrived in.
I was able to catch a little sleep on the flight and get a sandwich during the layover. The second flight was considerably shorter but less pleasant. The woman next to me spent most of the flight elbowing me and eventually spilled a glass of wine on me. So I was grumpy at the airport and probably very short with the lady doing currency exchange.
We got a metro ticket into the city. One ticket for 2 people, which I have never seen. It also didn't say anywhere we could figure out if it was metro or train. I had picked a metro stop as a destination, though, so we went with that. The metro stop turned out to be in the middle of a department store? We eventually found our way out onto the street and headed towards the apartment Bill had rented. It's above a shoe store on a pedestrian street full of shops. Basically, this is what every outdoor mall is trying to mimic. We are staying at what Bridge Street wishes it was. And while the view is no longer an idyllic fishing village pier, I can see a gelato stand.
Also, it's 2 floors up and only accessible via a narrow spiral staircase.
So after we dragged the bags up and I took a much needed shower, we headed back out for dinner. We're very close to one of the 3 cocktail bars Bill wanted to visit. We were going to get dinner first at Restaurant Puk, but didn't have reservations. They said we could come back in 45 minutes, so we agreed and got a cocktail at Ruby first.
The cocktail menu looked excellent. I ordered a Scotch based drink and Bill got something with an herbal nose and a citrus tang. Mine turned out to have a bit of a licorice finish, so we traded. And spent a while talking to a Norwegian customer about how we liked his country, but alcohol was so expensive.
And now I'm ready to sleep off the rest of that hike.
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