24 hours of travel begins
This is the beginning of an 11 night trip to mostly Norway with a little bit of Denmark. I booked the flights for this trip only a few weeks ago. At inception my trip plan is: 2 nights in Bergen, Norway; 2 nights in Balestrand, Norway; 2 nights in Voss, Norway; 2 nights in Oslo, Norway; and 1 night in Copenhagen. I’m leaving the house mid-morning on May 8 to head to the airport.
I’m mere minutes into the trip and I’ve already encountered my first travel hiccup. First, let me recap how I’m getting to Norway. From Raleigh-Durham I fly Southwest to Baltimore-Washington airport. I have a seven hour layover there, and then a 6 hour flight to Keflavik, Iceland. After a four hour layover there, I have another Icelandair flight, this one to Bergen, Norway. All of this was booked through Icelandair; they’re the ones that booked the first flight on Southwest for me.
When checking my bag at the Southwest counter at the airport, the first luggage tag printed out had KEF as my final destination. The agent, with some authority/confidence, informed me that I would be claiming my bag there in Keflavik, passing through customs, and then re-checking my bag for the Norway flight. However, she accidentally printed a second luggage tag when trying to print me a boarding pass, and that luggage tag was for BGO (Bergen). That confidence disappears. Which one to use? She asked her supervisor, who wasn’t sure. The supervisor mentioned that there were some people from Icelandair that happened to be there and so he went to the back and was gone for about five minutes making his inquiries. When he returned, he said to use the Bergen tag. Well alright, let’s give that a go.
From what the ticketing agent said, this partnership with Southwest Airlines is new for Icelandair and so they’re working out the kinks. The agent said that I was literally her first check-in where she had to put this other tag on the bag that indicated that it needed to be transferred from Southwest over to Icelandair in Baltimore.
Glad I could be the beta tester for all this.
In the Southwest app I could track my bag – sort of – and it showed that the transfer from Southwest to Icelandair was expected.
Since I had considerable time to burn I walked down to baggage claim to watch bags go around in the event my bag wasn’t transferred from Southwest to Icelandair. Eventually I got bored doing that and found some lunch in Concourse A.
After that I scoped out a rocking chair up on the departures level where I could read and charge my devices. The Southwest app eventually indicated my bag had been transferred to Icelandair, so the process seemed to be working.
The rest of my time at BWI was unremarkable. I boarded the overnight flight at 8:30pm and that was the rest of the day gone.
24 hours of travel concludes, strolling around Bergen
Days get a little fuzzy when you’re doing an overnighter.
It’s one of those situations where the bus picks you up at your plane and ferries you to the terminal, which is never fun. In our case they waited until the bus was completely full and then waited another 5 minutes until it was really fucking full. There were two buses right behind us ready for passengers. Incredible service. Anyway, passed through passport control and collected another stamp:
The Icelandic weather outside was wild, alternating between snow storms one minute and bright and sunny the next.
I spend a little time on the world’s most uncomfortable benches:
After close to 4 hours I board my flight for Bergen. This is my meal, which was surprisingly good. The dish on the left is just melted cheese, which I don’t mind at all.
Our flight was smooth, and how about this landing?
On the ground, I wonder if I’ll see my luggage come out on the carousel. It does! Off we go.
The light rail from Bergen airport to my stop, called Nonneseter, takes around 45 minutes, after which I have an 800m or so walk (the last 200m very uphill) to my hotel. This was the first of several hotels which would end up being cool about me checking in early.
The room is small but serviceable, a theme that would persist (by design) through the trip.
Instead of succumbing to my jet lag, I decide to summit a nearby mountain. By which I mean I paid ~$7.50 for a train to take me to the top. The base of the funicular is right in downtown Bergen, an easy 20 walk from the hotel.
The hike down Fløyen is beautiful, and no photo I’m able to take captures it well.
It’s around 300m of downhill, which my legs are not calibrated for. I do it, but the front of my quads and my shins are feeling jelly-adjacent. Meanwhile, I had at least one guy jog past me going up and then pass me going back down, and multiple other hikers and runners going uphill dressed for a casual walk. Mountain people are built different.
I ended the day with some thin-noodles pad Thai near the hotel:
Tomorrow’s plan is to be in the old part of Bergen by 11am for a walking tour I intentionally booked a few days ago so I’d get my ass out of bed. For tonight I’ll pray to the jet lag gods that I can bank some solid sack time.
Full day in Bergen Norway
I start the day after a huge sleep, logging almost 9 hours on the CPAP. One would like to believe my jet lag has been remedied and my internal clock has been reset. [Spoiler: nope.]
As I mentioned at the end of yesterday, I intentionally booked a walking tour for this first full day in Bergen, to get me up and moving earlier than perhaps my body wanted to. I skipped hotel breakfast and casually made my way through downtown Bergen:
Arriving at over to the Bryggens Museum next to the waterfront for my scheduled tour:
Our group for the tour was unique. There were only six of us1, and the other five people were all together – an older, blind couple; their two guides; and one other person with them. I ended up speaking with the couple quite a bit once they learned I was American and interested in Norway and its history, as they were both Norwegian.
The tour itself was fascinating! Not to spoil it for you but: there were lots of fires. I mean, they built with wood and all. Each time there was a fire, they built a little bit closer to the water. And, as you might imagine, they took lots of precautions to avoid future fires. Our tour guide described all of this in a much more engrossing way, naturally.
After the tour I wandered around the museum some on my own, after which I strolled over to the top of the harbour where they have a bunch of outside stalls selling mostly seafood (raw and prepared). I enjoyed this very fresh salmon sandwich and people-watched:
The rest of the afternoon I wandered aimlessly. I did have to stop in an “apothecary” for some flossers and took a momment to check out the sunscreen prices. These are about $40 US, so I’d advise bringing your own.
For dinner I opted for another bento box, this one from a place at the main train station.
With a 7:50am express ferry in the morning, I call it an early night.
My understanding is this tour accomodates up to 25 people and can sell out in the summer. ↩
Where I also learn how to kind of edit videos
I used this voyage to teach myself editing techniques as well as DaVinci Resolve.
Please enjoy! And if you wanted to click Like, that wouldn’t hurt, either.
Bergen to Balestrand
This morning I woke up at 6am, beating my alarm clock by 45 minutes, after a night of broken sleep. This is the day I move from Bergen to Balestrand, still in Norway.
There were two departure options for the express ferry: 8:00am or 4:30pm. I waffled a lot on which one to take, weighing pros and cons of spending another day in Bergen vs being on my way. I felt I’d seen what I wanted to see in Bergen and was ready to experience small town Norway, so 8:00am was decided.
The hotel reception desk wasn’t open yet so I left my key next to their keyboard and grabbed an Uber. I’d debated hoofing the 1.3km from hotel to ferry terminal with my luggage but instead opted for an (expensive) Uber instead.1
The ferry website is a little tricky to use but I was able to book the ticket the night before. We boarded at 7:35am and left promptly at 8:00am.
I don’t think I realized how very “express” the express ferry was. Once we’re out of the Bergen harbor, they gun it. Per my GPS we were hauling it at 37mph through these fjords, slowing for the ocassional No Wake zones. If their paperwork didn’t show anyone with a certain town as a stop, and there wasn’t anybody waiting shoreside, they skipped the stop. We made perfect time to Balestrand.
There’s no way for me to adequately describe how amazing the trip was. Even my videos won’t do it justice. Thirty minutes in and I’m thinking to myself “This might be the best $100 I’ve ever spent.”
One note for future Express Ferry travelers: when you’re nearing the stop, be sure you’re ready to leave! This means fetching your bag from the aft storage and making your way to the front of the ferry. They aren’t wasting a lot of time at each stop! Unfortunately I got stuck behind someone whose approach to problem-solving was to stand in the aisle and hope that everything worked out. I had to play my Loud American card, which I do sparingly.
Regardless, I made it off, barely, and made the 100m walk to the Hotel Kviknes, my home for the next two nights. There are two sections to the Kviknes: the historic part, with 25 rooms, and the modern (1960’s) part with 165 rooms. I’m in the modern part, with the main reason being I wanted a nice, affordable balcony. It is not an attractive building, though; it’s at odds with its surroundings. Frankly, it looks like one of the budget accomodations you’d find somewhere like Daytona Beach. But the room itself is nice, the view from the balcony is undeniable, and the staff is friendly. I relax in my room for a bit, then set out around 2pm for some lunch.
I don’t have to go far. I find Pearl by Harbor just outside the hotel. The grilled salmon, mashed potatoes, and grilled vegetables with teriyaki sauce exceeds all expectations!
After lunch I walk the 200m or so down to St. Olaf’s Church, which “is notable as the inspiration for the chapel in Elsa’s coronation scene in the 2013 Disney film Frozen.”2 Frozen connection or not, I loved spending time in this building, and was blessed to be able to do so in solitude.
Around 8pm I rally and head out for dinner. There are several close by choices. I select Baalee Restaurant, a family restaurant an easy three minute walk from the hotel, based on positive reviews and a few tantalizing photos of the shrimp scampi. Of course I order that, and it doesn’t disappoint!
I ate my dinner and worked on my laptop, then went for a late evening walk around 11pm. The temperature was still very comfortable (high 50’s or so). The moon was just peeking over the mountains across the water and I’ve never been more frustrated having sub-par photography equipment.
I tried to go to sleep around 12:30am. The seagulls, of course, never sleep.
Ubers in Norway seem to be regulated by the taxi commision, which seems to dictate a ~$17 minimum fare regardless of time or distance. ↩
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Olaf%27s_Church,_Balestrand ↩
Balestrand hike
My stupid, stupid CPAP machine kept cutting out on me last night. I’ve had it since April 2018 and in all that time it’s had this quirk where you have to get the plug just right into the back of it, or else it’s unpowered. Sometimes in the night you can accidentally move the CPAP a little and it’ll stop working and start actively suffocating you. Last night was an epidemic of not being able to get it to stay plugged in right. That’s not super fun travel information, I know; it’s more a reminder to myself to actually deal with the situation at some point.
Today was my planned day for a Big Hike. Because of the sleep problems I was really dragging this morning. I managed to wander down to the grocery store at 10:30 and pick up a pastry for breakfast, along with a large water to take with me on the hike.1
I bought a new day pack from REI before the trip – the Gregory Miko 20 – and so far I’m pleased with it. I haven’t yet figured out the ideal spots for all my stuff, but it has plenty of spots to put it. I packed up some hiking essentials and then headed out around 11:30.
Today’s hike was the Balestrand Forest Hike. I can’t recall now how I chose Balestrand as a destination, but once I did, I had this hike scoped out. It starts basically right at my hotel and loops all the way back. The elevation gain, ~1700ft, is comparable to one of the Rancho San Antonio (Cupertino area) hikes I’ve done in the past, and I consider myself in better hiking shape now than then, so I wasn’t concerned with the vertical. It’s 5.2 miles, well within what I’d been training in North Carolina.
I did the trail clockwise. The first quarter of the hike is easy along roads heading out of town toward the trail part of the hike. The second quarter is challenging. There’s a lot of elevation gain in a short amount of time, over a lot of roots, and a fair bit of questioning whether I was actually still on the trail. About halfway through this section I was deeply thankful I took the trail clockwide instead of counter. I could see myself taking a downhill tumble in this area. The trail continues on, finally reaching some scenic vistas and a few points of interest. By the time I’d reached the highest part of the trail, I’d encountered exactly one person. For the second half of the hike, I ran into 5 or 6 sets of hikers who were doing an out-and-back from the other direction. With the benefit of hindsight, this is what I’d do the next time as well. That second half of the trail is much more well maintained.
I’ll let the photos and videos speak for themselves.
Along the way I came across an interesting shelter called Balabu. This is a “Dagsturhytta” – a day-trip cabin – that are open to all. I had a look around the outside but skipped going in. I could see this being such a cozy structure to stop at with some friends.
I treated the trail as a loop, taking it clockwise starting from my hotel in town and heading south before turning west for the trail. From the beginning of the non-road part of the path until I reached the benches at the overlook, around 2.5 miles or so in, I only encountered one other person. From the benches back down to town, I passed maybe 14 people. Clearly doing the in-and-out was the more popular route, and if I were to do the trail again in the future, that’s what I’d suggest. The first half of my hike just wasn’t all that fun: trail poorly marked in many places, very steep sections, some hiking on logging roads, etc. The second half was much better. Live and learn.
After the hike I showered and returned to Pearl by Harbor for the salmon and mashed potatoes again, which, again, was excellent. I picked up some snacks at the Coop and nursed my wobbly legs in the room for the rest of the afternoon.
In the evening I went down to Baalee Restaurant again to have their Bergen Soup but they weren’t serving it tonight! There was some negotiating with the owner, but ultimately I was looking for something lighter than what they had available, so I returned to the Kviknes Hotel and had lobster bisque in their bar for dinner.
I hadn’t yet figured out tomorrow’s route plan to Voss, so I spent more than an hour on the laptop working through different scenarios and pros and cons of each. After a lot of switching back and forth between Norled (ferries), Vy (mostly trains, some buses), and Skyss (different things but mostly buses?), I finally settled on an itinerary that is 1) the fastest, 2) the cheapest, and 3) the least convenient (in that it starts at 7:50am and arrives in my target city at 10:30am, well before check-in). My challenge was that the fastest and best modes of travel only ran twice a day: too early (7:50am) or too late (4:30pm). All the routes at more reasonable, mid-day times were hours longer – and not in a good, well-that-will-be-a-scenic-adventure kind of way. At one point I had my eyes on an express ferry to Flåm and then a train to Voss, but that would’ve run over $100 US. My plan, short ferry plus direct bus, runs about $16 total.
I tried, and failed, to avoid buying carbonated water, or Water With Gas. There was one bottle that looked bubbly, and a different type of bottle next to it that didn’t have bubbles in it. My fun surprise mid-hike was that I still somehow bought carbonated water. ↩
Balestrand to Voss
Let me share something about where I’m staying in Balestrand. It has the loudest seagulls I’ve ever heard anywhere. I don’t know if it’s everywhere around Balestrand, all around Norway, or maybe they’ve been hanging out at this hotel for generations upon generations. But there’s a group of them, and every now and then they’ll get real chatty, and its ear-piercing in a way our usual beach seagulls aren’t.
Related: it can be hit-or-miss whether a hotel room will have air conditioning in Norway, and other European countries I’ve visited. My hotel does not; nor did my Bergen hotel. With daytime temperatures in the high 50’s or low 60’s, it’s not that much of a problem, but it does mean my options in the evening are to either leave my patio door open and get some fresh air, or bake under the heavy duvet all night. I opted for the open door. And here’s where the birds enter the picture. All through the night they’d periodically have their loud, cawing conversations. Did I mention their calls are uniquely ear-piercing?
Long story short, I’m now on back-to-back nights of broken sleep.
Today is transfer day, where I make my way from Balestrand to Voss. See yesterday’s post for some of the planning that went into today. The tl;dr is I settled on a plan to take a 20 minute express ferry from Balestrand to Vik at 7:50am, wait there (somewhere) for 50 minutes, then catch bus 810 at 9am to Voss (Vossevangen), a ride of about an hour and a half. Oh look, here’s my ride now.
The ferry was easy. Once I made it to Vik, though, I discovered a problem. There really wasn’t anywhere to hang out. I walked up the main street a bit. It’s a small town to begin with, and it was still too early for the restaurants to open. The Coop market was open, but that wouldn’t work. To kill time I walked back down to the pier to stare at the water. I glanced back at the road when I heard a vehicle and notice bus 810 rounding the corner towards the bus stop. It’s 30 minutes early! The hell? I fast-walk back to the stop with my luggage and chat with the bus driver. He confirms, yes, this is the bus to Voss. But it doesn’t go there yet. It goes down to Vangsnes (around 15 mins away), stops there, then comes back to Vik. Vangsnes is the terminus for two car ferry services. Since it’s chilly out and I’m bored, I ask if he’d mind if I ride along? No problem, he says, and I load my luggage into the storage area1 and take a seat on the empty bus.
Thirty minutes later we’re back where we started, and in the meantime I was treated to an essentially free fjords tour. We then depart Vik for Voss.
I don’t know what I expected, but I was completely floored by the middle part of this trip. It was still a winter wonderland, not a small amount of snow still on the ground. It felt like we had diverted to central Iceland, in the winter.
After the ~90 minute bus voyage I made it safely to the Scandic Voss hotel, thanked the driver, and lucked into an early room again – at 10:45am! It wasn’t free this time but I think the price was something like $20 to check in more than 5 hours early. I was so thankful to be able to get into the room; as jaw-dropping as the bus ride was, I was fighting the sleep headnods, and may have even dozed for a few minutes.
The room:
The view from the room2:
The gray, overcast weather matched my mood. I wandered out to try to find a late lunch. I walked from one end of town to the other, peeking at menus, but not being interested in anything I saw. I ended up with a pretty mediocre tomato-basil-mozarella from the gas station across from the hotel, which I ate in the room.
I whittled away the afternoon in my room, then headed back out around 6. I ended up at Vossa Sushi, a small place on the other end of town that mainly caters to takeout customers but has three 2-tops for eat-ins. I ate in. The high rating on Google Maps seems justified. The pricing was… interesting. The shrimp tempura starter was $15. A 5 piece chicken gyoza was $18. A miso soup was $9. Nigiri, on the other hand, was right on par with what you’d pay in the States, maybe even a little cheaper. Go figure. I stuck with the fish.
After dinner the sun was out, which chased the chill in the air away, so I had a nice walk around town.
Tonight I’ll try to sleep early. And this time, no seagulls!
Sightseeing around Voss
What a difference a good night’s sleep makes! With conditioned air and without the company of seagulls I slept like a baby who sleeps through the night.
Today’s plan was to visit the summit of the mountain adjacent to Voss, have lunch at Hangurstoppen, and head back down. I considered hiking up to the top and taking the gondola back down, but at 2,000ft of vertical ascent I just didn’t have it in me. I’m pretty sure I could do a 2,000ft hike at this point, just not after doing 1,500ft two days before. I’m not there yet.
I took the gondola up around 11:30am with the plan to wander around the top a bit and then grab a burger at the restaurant at the summit. The gondola ticket was ~$18 each way.
Once I reached the top I attempted to hike the ~1km panoramic trail but it was poorly marked and I gave up about a quarter in. Nothing lost; the views were will outstanding, with or without panoramic trail.
I’d skipped breakfast in anticipation of a filling burger and fries at the top. The restaurant had other plans, however, and were offering a (very) limited menu of choices like tomato soup, hummus, tzatziki, or shrimp salad. Basically nothing that involves grilling or frying, it seems. I opted for the shrimp salad, and I wanted to be mad, but it ended up being really tasty. Not filling like a burger, but tasty.
After lunch I wandered the summit a bit more then boarded a gondola back down to the hotel. I freshened up a bit and headed right back out for the 3 mile easy hike I’d flagged prior to coming: Bordalsgjelet Gorge. Most of this hike is on roads and trails (though it’s not on flat roads).
The last little bit being a rocky carved-out trail along a narrow gorge, so I was thankful for my hiking boots and strong legs. The wet, slanted rocks keep you on your toes, though there’s a handrail to keep anything serious from happening.
I got a little lost on the way to the gorge and otherwise had to pay close attention to my map app, but the way back once I knew where to go was sublime. I was able to be more in the moment. The sun had arrived, it was a comfortable 55F or so, and my stress and anxiety had melted away for the moment.
Once back at the hotel I headed up to the part of the hotel where they have a bunch of tables and chairs set up outside (sun deck?) and read my Kindle for a few hours in the sun. Later in the evening I walked across town to the steak place I’d had my eye on the night before and had a medium-rare-that-was-actually-rare tenderloin (it was still really good), asparagus, broccoli, mushrooms, and an au gratin potato concoction in a French onion soup bowl that I’ll definitely have to try to recreate at home.
Tomorrow my day doesn’t start until checkout time at the hotel. I’m on a 1:03pm train to Oslo that arrives at 7:05pm. I made sure to pre-book a seat on the right (and correct) side of the train to ensure the best views, and I’ve charged my GoPro in preparation. With my schedule change of taking the ferry to Copenhagen a day early, I’ll be squeezed for time in Oslo. I’ll probably be settled into my hotel by 8pm and then the ferry starts boarding at 2:30pm the next day. I’ll see how much power touring I can do!
Train from Voss to Oslo
Today I’m taking the Bergensbanen train service that runs between Bergen and Oslo. In my case I’m picking it up about an hour and 15 minutes into its journey east out of Bergen, since I’m joining in Voss.
The train wasn’t until 1:03pm so I had some time to kill in the morning. I slept in late, checked out of the hotel around 11:45am, then basically just chilled on the train platform. It was yet another in a series of beautiful days, with temps in the high 50’s – which, YES, seem like it would be chilly – but with the sun out it was sublime.
I sat on that platform for 75 minutes with nothing to do. As my train was pulling in, I happened to notice blood on my hand, which usually isn’t the case. Turns out I’ve scraped my knee somehow, somewhere, and now there’s a noticable amount of blood there (and on my hand). Did I notice in the 75 minutes of boredom leading up to this? Nope. Only once the train was pulling in and it was go time. I hustled to get into my suitcase, into the day pack stashed inside my suitcase, to find some tissues to tidy myself up as people are boarding. I get cleaned up enough not to make a spectacle of myself while boarding the train and getting situated. But COME ON, universe.
I found my seat, on the righthand side when heading Bergen to Oslo, and settled in for the 6+ hour journey. There’s not a lot of narrative to provide. Instead, enjoy some of these photos and videos.
My lonely suitcase waiting for my 1:03pm train:
Along the train route:
Lots of variations in the biomes along the route:
I’m always a sucker for meatballs and mashed potatoes, even in a train dining car. Not bad!
We arrived late into Oslo, so the whole trip from Voss was 1:03pm to 7:20pm or so. As you might expect for a rail line that needs to dodge mountains and fjords and follows rivers a lot of the way, there are a lot of curves, so by 5:00pm or so I was ready to be done. The variety of scenery, though, was amazing to look at.
Once finally at Oslo, it was a short walk from the central Oslo Station (Oslo S) to the Clarion Oslo hotel where I’m staying.
It’s too many pillows!
I hadn’t really done anything all day but was glad to get into my room and unwind a little. I end up downing a burrito bowl at a place called El Camino near the hotel, which hit the spot. I walked around near the hotel in the evening, and was particularly taken by the Opera House, as you might tell.
Oslo and the ferry
Today was my first full day in Oslo! Truly, I had a fantastic sleep at the Clarion Oslo (the one on Dronning Eufemias gate 15), nearish the water and train station. I woke up about 10 minutes before a leafblower started out on the courtyard, so fortunate timing there.
My ferry starts boarding at 2:30, so there wasn’t time to waste. I tend not to be a churches-and-museums kind of guy[1], so I left the hotel without a firm plan for the day. When this happens, I switch into improv mode: start heading somewhere and make it up as we go. So I endeavored to figure out the light rail system. Turns out it’s stupid easy. I downloaded the Ruter app, which lets you plan trips and buy tickets within Oslo. I’d heard someone recommend Vigeland Park, featuring 200+ sculptures representing Gustav Vigeland’s life work, so I figured what the hell. I walked down to the train station and picked up the 15 train for about 20 minutes, which deposited me on the corner of the park.
Once I entered the park and saw a sign for a cafe, it occurred to be I was neither fed not caffeinated, so that would be the first stop. It’s not every day I dine in view of a historic manor!
One average-tasting chocolate croissant and Americano later, and I was ready to explore the park. I wandered aimlessly for a bit. There were lots of tour groups here, likely shore excursions from the MSC cruise shop docked outside of town. It was a beautiful park but I didn’t feel I was getting an Oslo experience. It was around an hour walk back to my hotel, so I set out walking back in that direction. The Royal Palace, being about halfway back, was a good first waypoint. It was a bright, warm, beautiful day, and I really enjoyed walking back through the city. The Palace itself was preparing for tomorrow’s huge May 17th Constitution Day festivities. The 17th is a big deal throughout Norway but especially so in Oslo.
The second half of the walk was a lot of the same (not in a bad way). I stopped through two malls on the way back, remarkable on its own as I’m not a big Mall Guy. The mall next to the main train station had the best sushi-to-go I’ve ever encountered ANYWHERE:
With still more than 2 hours to kill before my ferry, I meandered back to the hotel, sat out front in the sun and people-watched for a bit, then grabbed my luggage from bell services and started the walk over to the ferry terminal. It was around a 25 minute walk from the hotel to the ferry terminal but it was super easy. My concern was I’d be walking through an industrial area, dodging cars and trucks hauling containers, but it wasn’t that at all. The path was well-marked and well-paved and it was no trouble at all.
The DFDS ferry itself, the Nordic Crown, is older but still perfectly serviceable.
I opted for an outside stateroom with a window. The room was certainly small – I think it’s even smaller than my crew cabin on the Disney Wonder – but served my needs fine. There were four beds, though I’m not sure I’d want to attempt that, even with people I like.
During the remaining daylight hours I explored the ship and tried to capture photos and videos of my last view of the Norwegian fjords.
Before dinner I wanted to have a shower and wash the sweat and sunscreen off. Only problem, I didn’t seem to have a towel! I dried off with a sweatshirt, instead, and that was mostly fine. God Bless my handy old LinkedIn sweatshirt, that’s been so many places around the world with me.
For dinner I hit the buffet. I’m pretty sure it was 299 Danish kroner (DKK), or around 45USD.
Since there’s not much going on onboard, I stayed at the buffet for like an hour and a half with my laptop, working on my journal. Nobody seemed to mind, even when I had two desserts. I probably got my money’s worth.
Guess what I found when I went to pull down my bed?
Live and learn. Oh, I seem to have lost my Kindle. My best guess is I left it at my Oslo hotel. Tomorrow we’ll be exploring Copenhagen electronics stores!
Arrival in Copenhagen
One of the first things I learned this morning is there are two “subway” systems in Copenhagen: the Metro and the S-train. Further complicating matters, near the DFDS ferry terminal I arrived in, Google Maps seems to think these stations are in the same place. They are not.
The train I was looking for was supposed to pass every few minutes, but after around 15 minutes of trains stopping that weren’t mine, I hopped on one heading in the general direction I needed to go. Not always the best idea, but it was mid-morning and my suitcase was the rolling kind, so I had bandwidth for an adventure. I hopped off in a few stops once Google Maps showed I was starting to veer away from the hotel. That’s when I made my Metro discovery and was able to take that to a few blocks from the Copenhagen Strand, my hotel for the next two nights.
I wasn’t able to early check-in here so I dropped my bag and set off to explore. Actually, first I had a side quest: to replace my lost Kindle before my long flights home. Elgiganten seems to be their Best Buy equivalent. Alas, they had no Kindles of any kind. And their inventory system showed none in stock in any of their other nearby stores. Either Copenhageners are voracious buyers of Kindles, or there’s an opportunity here for Amazon.
Having failed/abandoned that quest, I went to find some lunch instead. I showed up right at open for a Thai place and was the only patron while I was there. Upon checkout, two things happened in quick succession that I haven’t encountered anywhere else in my travels: 1) they charged me more than $4.00 USD for tap water (the check literally said Tap Water), and as I was paying with my credit card the server reached over and chose US Dollars on the point-of-sale for me instead of the local currency1, which is incredibly presumptuous (and wrong). I’m not naming the place but it was my first off-putting restaurant experience in recent memory.
The Pad Thai was good at least:
I spent most of the afternoon either walking or sitting + people watching. Copenhagen seems fantastic for this. The weather was great, tour groups were out in force (always fun to watch), and I enjoyed seeing Copenhagers go about their Saturday activities.
Later in the afternoon I checked into my hotel and relaxed for a bit.
I went for a long walk-around to find an interesting dinner place before ending up at an excellent Pakistani restaurant 70 meters from my hotel.
I saved the main attraction for the evening: Tivoli Gardens! Getting there was easy. After my earlier subway experiences, I felt like a pro navigating the Metro. They’re clean, convenient, and automated!
I could’ve gotten there on bike, too. Copenhagen is VERY well set up for bike travel, and the Danes love their bikes. I can’t blame them!
But anyway, on to Tivoli! Let me digress for a minute. If you don’t know, Tivoli Gardens (or “Tivoli”) is an amusement park that opened in August of 1843. That’s a long time ago. As someone who worked at the Magic Kingdom and EPCOT in Orlando, I’m always interested in seeing how other theme parks are set up, and Tivoli was at the tip-top of my list of places to visit for this.
I had a chance to visit in 2000 when I visited Copenhagen for an evening when I worked for Celebrity Cruises, but the people I was with weren’t interested. They were South Americans who were drawn like moths to flame to the Hard Rock Cafe instead, so that’s what we did. It was okay. I overpaid for the iconic Hard Rock Cafe Copenhagen shirt and then managed to lose it within the year. Aaaaanyway…
Tivoi was incredible. I’m so glad I went at night. Amusement parks are just better at night. I have yet to be convinced otherwise. I paid my admission and spent the next few hours walking around, snacking, and people-watching. It’s so great! It’s the perfect size. It’s an oasis in the city. It’s still very much part of the city – you can see the nearby office buildings and sometimes spot traffic beyond the fences – but exists as its own thing, too. It’s such an odyssey getting to any of the Disney parks in Orlando that the idea of hopping off a subway and within a few minutes you’re through the gates of an amusement park… I just love it.
I’ll share some photos here but really it needs to be visited.
After a few hours of Tivoli, I decided to take in the city by doing the 2 km walk back to my hotel instead of Metro-ing. Overall a very memorable day in the capital of Denmark.
If you’ve used a credit card machine in a foreign country then you probably know what I’m talking about. Once you tap/swipe your card, a screen pops up asking whether you want to pay in 1) the local currency, or 2) US dollars. You should always choose the local currency, as your credit card company will almost certainly give you a better exchange rate than the point-of-sale provider is offering. ↩
The travel wall
I hit the travel wall today.
I didn’t sleep well. It was rainy and gray out. I was tired, tired of being a solo traveler, tired of sleeping in strange beds. I was ready to be home.
A giant Pad Thai and pseudo-Diet Coke helped a little.
That’s it for today. Tomorrow: the journey home.
Copenhagen to RDU
Heaven is a flight that doesn’t leave at 6am. Today’s is 2pm. Ample time to be lazy at the hotel, check out at the last minute, catch the train to the airport, have a bite of lunch, and hop onto an airplane.
Making my way to the Metro station.
I thought the subway system map looked cool, like a clue in a video game or something:
The Copenhagen airport was clean and nice and a little confusing in the check-in area, making it pretty standard for the region:
My chariot:
Iceland’s Kevlavik airport, the international airport for this part of Iceland and a major gateway between the US and Europe. We’re very familiar with this airport at this point.
The (in)famous Blue Lagoon near Keflavik airport:
It was a nice clear-ish day, so I was able to get some shots of Greenland:
That’s it! That’s all the fun stuff. Nobody wants to see photos of me after a 7 hour flight or collecting luggage or waiting for an Uber. Thanks for following my journey!