Hotel Park Pension Bergen

... we had seen in our guidebook - called Pingvinen - as it sold Norwegian food in a bar type atmosphere, and was allegedly on the cheaper side which did turn out to be true, as it was outside of the 'touristville streets'. The menu was written on a blackboard, and consisted of 4 to 5 options. We both went for the meatballs, and OMG were they ever the yummiest meatballs we had ever eaten?! In fact, probably the best meal I've had in a long time ...

... to check out the hotel room. Apparently I now snore worse than ever so the kids had to draw straws as to who was sleeping beside me. Oh great!

I had to get up early the next morning as I hadn`t secured a hotel room in Oslo...so was a bit concerned about that and needed the lobby internet to do some investigation. Bergen definitely offers more than we saw.....it requires further investigation and is very close to home.

The next day we found the ...

... warm-up for the hike ahead... thanking the Gods the rain had stayed away.
We needed to get to a place called Marken near the centre of Town where free shuttle buses like the yellow ones you see in American movies were being laid on to ferry a host of participants to the Start point at Gravdal. Arriving there, a small army of 'Spandex and Lycra' had already assembled and were waiting patiently to leave. Taking a deep inhalation through my ...

... outside their home still open. For dinner we had a little bit of junk food in the frozen fish cordon Belau and Fish fingers as well as smoked salmon, warm smoked pepper salmon, smoked mackerel, prawns, crab meat, egg, bread with cream cheese as well as some capsicum and Sam's home grown tomatoes 'the only tomato grown in Norway'. Had some more quality chit chat and Aina tried to work out transport to Finland for us but thought the system was **** too.

... to him in english. He turns back to me and I say the usual 'hello, can I have this please?' in english......he says something to me in norwegian then turns back to the guy and says something to him in english...he then turns back to me and talks to me in norwegian at which point I say I can't understnad norwegian...he looks confused and then gets embarrassed and apologises in english. I think he thought I was norwegian and was ...

... were not afraid to express themselves. They found some support, guidance, and understanding because they tried. And when people are struggling to convey their ideas across, that is the moment when they will find how empathetic and supportive the rest of the world could be. Until next time, happy travels and enjoy the pictures! (Note: None of the pictures in these travelblog entries have been retouched or altered. The colors are all natural.)

... ly expensive)! It's amazing what the lack of darkness can do to your mind when the clock says its 1am and it's still light out. Not sure I could ever get used to that to be honest. Your mind starts playing tricks on you and there's never enough time in a day, so when in doubt, stay awake so that you never miss a moment. Welcome to Norway, land of the never setting summer sun and the keeper of many hours of lost sleep. We ported in Bergen and after managing to sleep ...

... us transfer to a smaller ferry that takes us up a smaller fjord to as close as you can get to the Supphellebreen Glacier. We get off that ferry and hop on a coach waiting for us at the dock. It is a quick 5 minute journey to the base of the Glacier. Now at this point I must admit I was a bit disappointed. I had thought I would get to walk on the glacier or at least get to touch it but the glacier was half way up a mountain. |All you could do was take ...

... by being crafts as well as fish and meat, was wikked... i only got moderately grossed out by the smells... we saw Rosenkrantz Tower and the old town... great souvenir shops and awesome old buildings... we were able to get out to Fantoft stave church.. it was built in 1150 and then moved to its present location in the late 1800 but unfortunately was burned down in 1992.. it was recently rebuilt exactly how it was ...

... for the Tube for the last time. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that the tube opens later on Sundays, so when I got there the gates were shut. Luckily, I only had to wait about 20 minutes, but it was rather nippy at that hour of the morning (6:45). At least it assured that I was good and awake. I caught the Circle Line to Liverpool Street Station, where I caught the 7:05 (always wanted to say that) Stansted Express train to Stansted ...