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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... days before, the sun was shining now and it looked even more glorius. At Oslo I had to catch a bus to Dombas and then a connecting train to Trondheim. The first challenge was finding the right bus. Fortunately there was a customer service officer at the train station, helping all us tourists figure out where they are supposed to be. I get out to the bus and its mayhem. There are about five or six buses pulling in and loading ...
... only a one strip of overhead lights, turning on the headlights was a must to see where the road goes. They were quite narrow, I commented that you wouldn't want to come across a big truck down here, but Harald assured me that "oh no, we fit quite well." At the end of the tunnel the car emerged into bright sunlight and yet another beautiful landscape. Instead of trucks, the issue with the tunnels is the sheep that like to go into ...
Sorry I haven't had time to blog. I just wanted to get some photos up for you all. This place is so beautiful I just had to share. Harald has been an amazing host, although Tanya and Will have been very corrupted the poor man with Carlton football club hear. I shall have to rectify ...
... The rain just put a damper on any exploration I may have enjoyed during the evening.
Of course it had continued to rain overnight, so it was still damp and overcast during the day. We drove through some very pretty country along the Hardangerfjord, with flowing water and high canyon roads. Picture postcard views were around every corner. Our coffee stop was at Fossatun Waterfall. It was beautiful, as we were able to hike up to ...
... in the shadows of all the exotic locations I'd visited over the years. And this morning, I was sure that weird food, in the form of Lutefisk, was awaiting me with assassin-like poise in my host's Norwegian kitchen. Lutefisk is basically what you get if the Gefilte Fish that my dad always kept in our garage that haunted my nightmares growing up got drunk in Vegas with the old, cold mashed potatoes that my Spanish host mom served me that I threw out the ...