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.
We are in carriage 4. The toilet is occupied. We're doing 201kms per hour. Glad I'm not in the WC.
My word the sleepers would be wizzing past in the toilet at 201kmh, wouldn't want to drop your wallet!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteGraeme, no... just no.
DeleteAren't the Ikea meatballs horse meat? AP
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