June 12, 2006
Still in Norway: Day...Three and Four?
[I'm falling behind terribly because editing photos from my new camera takes a gajillion times longer than with the old one. These entries are more abbreviated than I'd prefer.]
On Saturday, Diana, Morten, Giso (Morten's girlfriend) and I went to Cafe Aura for a lunch/breakfast type thing. Do I see sandwiches on the menu?
YES. We all got sandwiches. For no particular reason, I went for the shrimp salad sandwich on an narrow baguette that could've been the width of someone's finger. I mean, if the dude's finger were really fat. The construction of the sandwich didn't make it something you could easily eat without the use of a fork and knife, but...hey, we had forks and knives, so I guess that worked out. The sandwich tasted like awesome due to the soft bread being slathered in copious amounts of butter. That'll do it. As for what the sandwich tasted like...um...shrimp? Yeah, that's helpful.
Diana's ham & cheese sandwich looked good too. Except I don't really like ham. THAT'S JUST THE WAY I AM, OKAY?!
After roaming around non-food shopping for a bit, we went to Kjottbasaren for some...food shopping. Look, meats! And stuffs! They also have ice cream and a bakery. Who cares about the other stuff, right? RIGHT!
Actually, this lefse stuff is pretty awesome. It looks like a wrap, but it's more like a crepe. ...But it's not a crepe. It's kinda like cake. ...But it's not cake. It kind of tastes like cheesecake, but not. Um. It's got a thin layer of sweet buttery cream in it and I want to smuggle a case of this back home.
(These descriptions...they're digging deeper into horrible-ness.)
Diana and I roamed around aimlessly, resulting in these random photos. THEY ARE NOT FOOD RELATED. Buildings are pretty and colorful, eh? We stumbled upon a great little music shop called Apollon where I blew some moolah on CDs (to be exact, Hakan Hellstrom and Professor Pez, if those names mean anything to you). They had a Magnet single on display and they had some Kapten Kaliber records! Wee! Cool! Just agree with me.
For no particular reason, here's some moolah. I didn't meat to exchange my bills into rolls of heavy 1 kr coins, but that's what happened at the airport where I couldn't read the instructions on the machine. I was horrified when the rolls thunked out, condemning me to lugging around a mountain of metal in my bag. Thankfully, I traded these rolls with Giso for bills of flat un-doom since she needed the coins for her job. I AM FREE OF THE SECOND TO LOWEST DEMOMINATION. (The lowest is a half kr, which isn't that useful.)
I'm not sure what order I'm going in now, but it's definiyely not chronological. Here's the street around the corner from the apartment. It's pretty.
Here's the dinner Morten prepared on Friday night. Fish! Taters! White asparagus! Buttery sauce! I ate a crapload.
I think this is from Saturday. Morten made pizza and it was pretty good. (Just my preference though: I would've liked a chewier crust.) The biggest problem was the pizza's refusal to detach itself from the parchment paper majiggy, resulting in hacking at it with a spatula majiggy.
...I need a larger vocabulary.
Where can you get a waffle stack? At the top of Mount Ulriken! I suppose there are other more easily accessible places to get waffles, but the view doesn't get much better than this:
Ye-yuh. If I had know that Morten, K�re, Diana and I be walking back down the moutain to the apartment from this point that we had reached by bus and cable car (in other words, it was hella far), I may not have felt so happy. But for now, the waffles placated me.
Someone inquired about the lack of "Robyn stuffing her face" photos. HERE YOU GO. Happy now? Good.
Now sit back and watch as the mountain proceeded to bitch slap every muscle in my body for the next 4.5 hours.
Oh dear lord. Now I know how Frodo and Sam felt when they were climbing through...that place with all the rocks. You saw the movie, right? Norway is totally Middle Earth. Or a part of it.
Every now and then we'd come across random lakes and whatnot.
There were also random piles of snow. In the above photo you can make out a tiny Morten running back with some snowballs. Global warming will eradicate the snow in due time. HEEHEE. We're doomed.
While Morten, K�re, and Diana practically skipped over the rocks and down the mountain as though we weren't fragile bipedal humans going down a deathly rocky moutainside, I lagged way behind like a disabled puppy left for the vultures. Not that they actually left me behind, just that I was very slow. Mentally slow, physically slow...da-yum, what else can Robyn do? HOHOHO! My slowness is unstoppable, which means I myself am...um, very stoppable. Unless I were to accidentally trip on a rock and roll down the mountain, in which case I'd just keep on goin' until a large rock or tree broke my fall and every bone in my body.
Anyway, we had to get down the mountain side taking the steep rocky shortcut, which Morten later admitted was more of a "funcut" since time-wise, not much was actually cut. Have you ever heard of a funcut? I think this one of those funny Norwegian things, like bacon cheese in a tube.
We eventually took a break and sat on some bushes while noshing on apples. I can't say that's something I'll ever get to do again. We really just plopped our bums down and stared at the surroundings. Like whoaa. Like whaaa. Like...
...Holy crap, did we come from up there? I guess so. Hm.
At some point the rocky, grassy, bushy terrain turned into an army of perfectly straight trees. I felt a tinge of hope...we would see citivlization soon! Kinda!
Morten filled my and Diana's water bottles from this stream. Nice, eh? That was some tasty water.
Although I don't think I would ever voluntarily climb down a mountain again, I'm really glad I was forced to do it. I probably looked like hell during the entire hike while lugging around my bag and an unecessary jacket, and I sounded like...well, not a whole lot since I chose to refrain from speaking excessively to conserve energy that I needed to concentrate on not falling down/dying. I felt bad for being a slow-poke, but no one else seemed to mind that much. They were probably afraid that I would fall down and die.
It was cool. Really. I owe Morten a bagillion something-or-others for all the cool experiences he's exposed me to. Now I can tell people that I walked down a mountain. I didn't even need my inhaler! Yeeeehaw!!!!
And those were two days in a nutshell. My knees are in pain right now.
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