We ended up back in Stavanger with so many ideas whirling around our conversations. We didn’t know where to go ~ should we have planned this before going to Norway? No… we wouldn’t have known what to do. It’s far better for our kind of travel to ask people. Also, we like the last-minuteness of our path.
Somehow we ended up choosing Trondheim. We bought a train ticket and wandered around until around 10 pm, when we found our train and boarded a bit early. We were at a table and had the whole thing to ourselves. We settled in for the overnight journey. It wasn’t comfortable for sleeping but it was warm.
At 7 am we stopped in Oslo. We’d made it so our ticket allowed us 6 hours to explore the city before boarding for the rest of the trip. We found a coffeeahop and grabbed a cup.
We walked around, just winding our way through the city. We found tire swings and sat on them until a little girl came up with her mom. I don’t know how long she’d been waiting on the swings before I noticed… but her mom laughed when we apologized. We walked toward the harbor.
We walked around Oslo and found a flower market.
We walked around the harbor, and found the Nobel Peace Museum. It had an exhibit about Syrian refugees that was very powerful.
We camped in Trondheim with Bjørn who we met on Couchsurfing. He was setting up camp here as well.
Bjørn set up my Eno super high in the trees and so Anna and I decided we must sleep in it. But it didn’t get dark until midnight and was light again at 2:30 am and very, very cold so we resorted to our tent.
We explored Trondheim the next day, walking around the river and the houses and shops.
After this, we got a train to Åndalsnes, a mountain town Anna had found on the internet. The train ride was gorgeous ~ a young woman and man offered to switch seats with us because they were on the side of the train with the best views.
Once we got there we met Seth, a guy from London who also needed to find a camping spot.
We walked up toward the mountain ~ we’d heard there was a good hiking path into the forest. Hiking with our trekking bags was challenging and we only made it 200 meters or so before we started looking for flat ground (with as few enormous slugs as possible).
We stayed up late chatting about differences in English and America idioms, then he went to his tent and we passed out.
In the morning we decided to do the hike up the mountain we’d heard of and leave our tent for collection later. I didn’t have much dry clothing, so I wore my quick-dry shorts. Both Anna’s and my raincoats were pretty much soaked through already, but they were all we had.
The hike was an hour or more up the mountain, past the tree line, to a rocky crest where we found a shelter. We met a Norwegian guy there who offered us chocolate ~ soon his entire crew crowded into the shelter. There were 7 of us in a tiny space sharing food. They all had legitimate rain clothing on while we were obviously freezing. It was awesome. We had to leave quickly before we became truly cold, and when we stepped out, the view from the moutaintop was beyond description.
Photos do not do it any justice. We were at the height of snow-striped peaks and the wind whipped rain into our faces, but it was unquestionably worth it.