We spent most of the day up on Mount Floyen which was a disappointing 5 minute cable car ride from Bergen. We also somehow managed to choose the ONE carriage with a hyperventilating woman having a panic attack. It was marginally unsettling. She was scared of heights. Good thing she decided to go on a cable car ride. UP A MOUNTAIN *Slaps self* sorry that's not very compassionate of me...I mean, I hope she really enjoyed the ride...
The view on top of the mountain was incredible. As was the heat. It was so humid and I could feel my British skin burning. We sat and drank an over priced thimble sized cup of coffee. We were sat behind an elderly American guy wearing a cap that said 'GET CHEEKY' written on it.
We hiked to 'Shoemaker's Lake' on the mountain and sat on a bench watching happy dogs splash in the water. They were so happy. We ate sandwiches and threw crusts to seagulls. We then walked to a more remote part of the mountain, sat on the ground and ate Norwegian pick and mix with intermittent periods of meditation. It was bliss.
We walked back down the mountain through wooded areas and all of a sudden I was transported back to being a child pretending to hunt for witches and elves.
The rest of the afternoon was spent walking around Bergen looking at interesting buildings and moaning about how expensive things were. We avoided anything touristy and mundane like museums, not because we're ignorant toward culture and history, but because they tend to be pretty boring places. And overpriced. I think there's pressure to do the touristy things like engaging in museums and galleries. But what I find way more interesting is wandering around searching for things and going ''oo look at that!". The element of surprise... Like seeing a dog that looks like Cher. You don't find that in a museum. And if you do then I will be there shortly. Besides, you can learn more about the history of a place by actually talking to residents. We prefer going off the beaten track as opposed to organised fun. Abit of mild peril never hurt anybody.
Goodbye Bergen! Hello Odda! We took the 3 hour coach trip to ''Norway's ugliest town'', Odda. We were expecting something horrendous looking, not too dissimilar to Leigh. To our surprise we were greeted with this fine piece of scenery:
...Yeah that's ugly as hell.
The journey to Odda was spectacular and really relaxing. Apart from not being able to use the toilet on board. That was not relaxing.
We walked from the coach stop and lugged our stuff to our next accommodation; Odda Camping. We rented a cabin (or so we thought) on the camp site and were really looking forward to a nice comfy bed and our own private space.
Unfortunately, we discovered we actually rented a ROOM in a cabin. Big difference. We had bunk beds. With no pillows or blankets. So we improvised and used clothes rolled up as pillows. Well, Jon didn't. Jon was pretty much planking. In the room there was just about enough space to do a star jump. Oh and there was a guy outside our door doing building work. We had no proper food and it was a 20 minute walk to town. We decided to make the most of the dire situation by laughing hysterically and eating instant noodles from disposable coffee cups. We also bought a chocolate bar and a Nutella pot. Dipping chocolate into chocolate is simply delightful and I advise everybody to go out and do it right now.
The evening was spent sat on the jetty at the edge of the lake on the campsite. It was so beautiful. We took travel Scrabble and chocolate and let rip. We saw people in canoes and got talking to the SWEETEST Canadian couple. One of them jumped off the jetty into the lake. It was hilarious but I was more concerned about my Scrabble pieces getting wet. Although I wouldn't have minded losing one of my 4 'I's... Oh and Jon proceeded to jump in too!
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