Nothing happened today

Ergh.

I woke up with an achy head and a scratchy throat and decided I might be better off taking it easy than jaunting off around the city.

I pretty much slept all day and only woke up to visit the breakfast buffet, the apothecary, and a cafe for lunch (where I had tomato and herring soup).

I don't really feel bad, but I'm scared to death of feeling worse. I'd rather have to take it easy for a day now, than spend a week in bed later because I didn't listen to my body. Despite bundling up in layers with my hat and tights and gloves and scarf, the wind is still cutting me to pieces.

Speaking of hats, my hat seems to be getting a few stares. I bought it in Norway from a local handicrafts kind of shop. It's turquoise and brown striped with a lime green stripe running up the back and a pointy top and ear flaps. I like it; it makes me smile. It also keeps my head warm which is of the utmost importance now.

I visited another street vendor tonight. Around midnight, I got an incredible craving for a chocolate bar, so I wandered up to the 7-11 (they're on every corner here), bought a chocolate bar I've never heard of before (the Lion bar) and stopped at hamburger vendor on the way back to the hotel. I got a drink, fries, and burger for 65 kr or roughly 10 USD. Not McDonald's prices, but quite inexpensive for where I am. The food wasn't great, but it was tolerable, which is all I can really expect.

I think I'm going to go back to bed now. I'd actually like to do some sightseeing tomorrow.

Adventures in Street Eating (first in a series)

Tonight, I bought my first meal from a street vendor--a fishburger for 60 kr. I had high hopes despite the alarmingly low price (after all, the waffle I had earlier today was quite tasty) and even splurged on a Coke.

Oh, how dissapointed I was.

The fishburger can best be described as a mealy, fish-flavored, carbohydrate heavy, slightly gelatinous patty slathered in mayonnaise without even a hint of actual fish meat contained therein. It actually had me craving a McFish or whatever McDonald's calls their fish sandwiches.

At least they couldn't mess up the coke.