This morning my plan was to go see the penguins at the aquarium. But, there was that mountain or large hill. The one that I was supposed to go to the top of via funicular if I was in Bergen on one of its rare sunny days. But the funicular is out of commission. I think of Carlton who was always hiking to the top of mountains. And my friend Stephen, who rides his bicycle 100 miles just because he can. Surely I can walk up a 400 meter big hill. Google says I can do it in 49 minutes. Well, maybe 90 minutes. Google doesn’t seem to take my age into account.
What the hell. Off I go. There are lots of people on the trail. And everyone of them pass me. That’s Ok. I stop and rest at every bench. I make it to the top.
This is Europe, there are amenities at the top of mountains.
Now, I must get myself ready to be at track 3 of the train station before 8:15 tomorrow morning. That involves a little packing and dinner. Lots of restaurants near by. But, I am thinking maybe room service burger and frites.
Bergen was good. Back on the train to Oslo tomorrow. Staying at the same place. Wonder what I will find to do in Oslo? Gotta get and pass a Covid test on Wednesday. And that’s about my only plans. I have done ZERO to prevent Covid. Haven’t even looked at a mask since I stepped off the plane in Oslo two weeks ago.
Champaign and chocolate covered strawberries just showed up. I love this hotel. Actually, I rather like Norway. There is the 38% VAT on every thing that I have purchased. But, I think that is how the Norwegians finance their gracious lifestyle. Happy to pay it.