Mother of Munch

 

Two tastes of Norway to start the day. First up, a drizzly run along the harbourside, turnaround point was the Munch museum to make it a flat 30 minutes. It was relatively flat in other ways, the roads and pavements, but also in terms of my physical sense, absolutely running on empty.  Missed the mother on that one even though it was sort of right in front of me!

Breakfast served quite early in the hotel and chance to avail myself of those sweet treats that appear to be the breakfast staple. Today it was profiteroles and custard creams. That came after yoghurt, bacon, eggs and some very Norwegian cheese. Did I hear a cheer for Jarlsberg?  And some local brie too.

Checked out, also super early, so had a few hours to finish up our time here. Quite a nice symmetry with the start of the adventure as we strolled around a few of the places that sit comfortably on the shoreline here. One such place been here the best part of a millenia with the Hilltop Fort allowing us to take a trip down Norway memory lane and get yet another city viewing spot.

The symmetry didn't end there, I had noticed a massive statue on the first night when up on the Opera House and wanted to actually see what it was. Turns out to be a massive sculpture by Tracy Emin, she has named it the Mother, to watch over Munch (the museum)

Can't believe I've found my inner artist on this trip, is well hidden and light touch. Also found a statue of Grieg that required a personal photobomb.  The whole sculpting piece takes us full circle to the origin of trolls, its people seeing faces in stone that stated all that, and to stone they will return!

Final airport train trip, and chance to use up far too much krone we have left.  Its just cashless out here, like Brewsters millions, you can't give it away!  Tasty pizza and then passport control. Hands Down the friendliest immigration staff I have ever met.

So we come towards the end of another trip, 4 flights probably not great for our carbon footprint, and might not do much better in June when we go even bigger. But looking at a return to Scandinavia that may involve a bit less flying and a bit more ferrying. Thinking Stockhom - Tallin - Helsinki. Just dreamed that one up whilst wandering the Oslo pavements. Its how my mind works.