Who knew the cheapest meal I'd have so far would be on the ferry? Granted, it was only a waffle and coffee, but it cost only 40 kr which is baragin basement around here.
Tomorrow, I have a very long train ride to Stockholm (about 14 hours) so I need to pack snacks accordingly, even if that means pilfering from the breakfast table again. The morning spread here is nice. Bergen is a fishing village so there are a lots of shrimp and salmon and various fish dishes on the table in addition to bacon, eggs, yogurt, fresh fruit, and bread.
The fjords are beautiful. There's not much else I can think to say about them though.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Bergen
Right now, I'm on the 6:35 a.m. train to Bergen.
I'm still quite jet-lagged. I woke up at 3:30 a.m. and couldn't fall back to sleep. Wanting to give myself enough time to get to the train, I checked out my hotel at 5:30 a.m. and asked the desk clerk if there were any cafes open. He laughed and said, "This is Norway." It felt a bit like he was saying, "Silly rabbit, 24 hour conveniences are for Americans." Fortunately, they had some bread, meat, cheese, and fruit laid out so I ate my fill before walking to the train station. I also took a slice of bread and honey with me for later and only felt slightly guilty as I did so. I pretend like I'm playing Oliver Twist, "Please sir, may I have some more?"
Oh, and my throat is hoarse.
I'm still quite jet-lagged. I woke up at 3:30 a.m. and couldn't fall back to sleep. Wanting to give myself enough time to get to the train, I checked out my hotel at 5:30 a.m. and asked the desk clerk if there were any cafes open. He laughed and said, "This is Norway." It felt a bit like he was saying, "Silly rabbit, 24 hour conveniences are for Americans." Fortunately, they had some bread, meat, cheese, and fruit laid out so I ate my fill before walking to the train station. I also took a slice of bread and honey with me for later and only felt slightly guilty as I did so. I pretend like I'm playing Oliver Twist, "Please sir, may I have some more?"
Oh, and my throat is hoarse.
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