Wednesday 7 February 2024

Getting ready to go to Oslo tomorrow, so a packing up day. Lady P wanted to go to Ikea back in the new town. We did. It was a small Ikea. What can you say…it’s Ikea. The Swedish Meatballs in the caf were average, plain, under seasoned and well, I’m sure they just call them meatballs here, but I guess you got to do it once.

Flashy’s idea of buying sone goodies for tomorrow’s train trip lunch to Oslo got the tick of approval, so we went to get cheese, olives, salami, jamon, that good brown bread that is a heavy as concrete and some cooked chook. We took these back to the apartment via ‘The Liffey,’ an Irish pub, for a pint of Guinness.

As an observation, the old town has a lot of Italian restaurants and a few British/Irish pubs. So Scandi eh? Flashy reckons there are more Italian restaurants here than Thai restaurants in Cairns and that’s saying something.

Lady P decides she does not require dinner and picks on half the chicken. Flashy decides to go back to the Liffey for a burger and a pint, as it’s just around the corner. Lady P sends him out with his phone as a tracker in case he gets lost.

Well, the bloody pub is full. So off he wanders looking for sustenance. Somewhere, in some street, he finds the Gamela Hof. I think it means another bloody Italian restaurant. At least the red is drinkable. In a bit of spitefulness, he has a burger and chips instead of pasta. Got that look from the waiter. Take that you Italians! Home to watch some foreign movie with subtitles.

Thursday 8 February

Train from Stockholm to Oslo was a wonderful 5 hour trip, through snow covered fields and frozen rivers. We arrived at the Oslo Central station, walked 100m in -9c to City Box Hotel, where check in is via machine. Not a human in sight. We managed to get our room, find a bar, have a drink, find the laundry. Do the washing, have a drink, find the dryers. Dry the washing – all by app on the phone. What the hell am I going to do with all my coins? 

Then, take the washing to the room to dry properly like a Chinese laundry. Can you even say that anymore? Then back down to the pizza place in the hotel for a pizza (average, under seasoned again, no garlic) but consumed with another red.

That’s today in Oslo.

Leaving Stockholm. Looks like a Swedish Backpacker
We are in carriage 4. The toilet is occupied. We're doing 201kms per hour. Glad I'm not in the WC.







Frozen trees on the way to  Oslo. I reckon it's going to be a bit chilly there.




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  1. My word the sleepers would be wizzing past in the toilet at 201kmh, wouldn't want to drop your wallet!

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  2. I only got half way through the extensive but interesting description of the Chaine dinner when I inexplicably had to go and sort my sock drawer. Anyway because of that I have only just now read the really interesting item about the Surstromming (fermented herring). Sounds delicious and I am certain that I have some of those bulging cans in my cupboard, so they must be safe after all.

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  3. Aren't the Ikea meatballs horse meat? AP

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