Monday evening, after the choir rehearsal, I took the night train to Bergen. Again, I was lucky. The last week or so, the way between Bergen and Oslo was compromised and no train could come through. A couple of hours before my train left, it was announced that everything is fine again.
The train left perfectly on time at 23.22 and arrived at 06.51. I walked up a random hill, took heaps of pictures and wrote some diary/blogpost/this. The random hill turned out to be the Tøyen hill, where the cable car is going up. So I saved some money and had some fresh air. Win/win.
The stupid thing is, that I booked the journey to Bergen (this week) and to London (next week) before I could know that I would have quite a lot to do for university. For the uni in Oslo, I had to do homework for the norwegian course, but that's not much. For "Introduction into the old norse and celtic culture", I have to write two papers, one for each parts. In my whole life, I have never heard anything about this whole stuff. Additionally, it's all in norwegian. So, it's quite some effort to understand what they want from me and what I have to write. As I also want to finish it, I spent both afternoons in the university here in Bergen, continuing to research and write. Because when it's done, I can deal with my master thesis, and I want to have this bloody thing done, believe me....!!!
I stayed with a Brazilian couchsurfer who is studying in Bergen for two semesters. As I arrived in Bergen at 7.00 in the morning and was productive (hiking&studying) until 18.00. I slept more than 9 hours (9h30) which is very much for me. Probably I missed to see some northern lights that night, but hey.
The next day, I was not really planning to do anything. I was thinking about taking a fjord-tour, but the one that was recommended to me is just being offered from 01jul to 31aug. So, next time. Instead, I walked up the Ulriketoppen, apparently the highest mountain right next to the city, and walked then back home to Oslo again, right into the library, yay! I am so out of shape, my legs trembled when I walked down, my muscles need some more exercise. I think it makes a big difference that I don't have to climb that little hill at home in Austria; it's just a few meters but apparently it keeps the muscles active.
The next and last day, I just had one or two hours before taking the train back home. I went to the Fantoft Stavkirke, the church which was first burned down by a member of the black metal scene. Then, I had a yummy fish'n'chips, enjoyed to sun for a couple of minutes (not a single drop in three days!) and into the train back to my home in Oslo ...
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