Norway's Big, Quiet, Capital

After a long day on the train we found ourselves in Oslo. Norwegians, we learned are quite similar to New Zealanders, in that they are some of the friendliest people on the planet. As we looked over the metro map, considering which ticket to buy, three men approached us and asked us if we needed help. T told them which part of town we were headed to and they told us it’s by tram, not by underground. They showed us where to go and went their separate way.

We spent the night in the most affordable accommodation we could find, life up north isn’t cheap.  In the morning it included breakfast. Cold cuts and cheeses sat out in a buffet. There was brown cheese too. It’s infamously Norwegian and it’s not actually cheese, it’s something like cheese but it’s fermented and grainy. T’s family is Norwegian, so I’ve had my fair share of klub, which I like (especially with an over-easy egg) but I am glad the H fam hasn’t imported brown cheese as a family tradition.

The grey day in Oslo didn’t offer much in the way of sight-seeing. There are a few parks in the city worth seeing though if you find yourself there. Though Oslo was pleasant for a big city, the Norway is most famous for its natural sights so we set out westward.