On my way to the land of Unicorns and fairy tales I dropped a flying visit to Oslo. Never have I ever been there before, since I've been under the spell of Sweden, jo!
I do understand Norwegian, or at least 80% of it, but it took me a great hour to be brave enough to answer them in Swedish. Everybody was like super polite, like they tend to be in Scandinavia, although I suspect they thought "Yet again another Swede came here to talk gibberish." As I can relate when communicating with Finnish customers. *Information not received, please try again*
Call me a lady, after all my main goal there was a shopping spree Oslo edition. Weekday started its Mid-Season sale that day, which meant I patently waited next to the sales advisor who put on the sale stickers. I visited the store three times, every time they had come further along with the sale.
Annoying customers likes it cheap:
Open-minded and free spirited Scandinavia -
there's no stress that some condoms and vibrators couldn't cure:
The land of the expensive, they say. Living one year in Sweden has made me numb. Furthermore I think it is rather amazing that Norwegian government has saved up and invested the oil money so that if you divided that sum between the population - every Norwegian is a millionaire.
Having said that I still would not recommend you to buy booze from Vinmonopolet.
I just read that Oslo is one of the biggest capitals in the world, which made me suspicious as I walked around the whole day without needing any public transportation. But the sentence "Oslo mostly consist of forest" calmed me town a bit.
Harald is the king of that castle, yo:
Parliament, guarded by the lions:
The picture is taken uphill at the Royal Castle, which looks upon the town.
Oslo looks like a bowl, a tasty bowl of yummy:
Oslo looks like a bowl, a tasty bowl of yummy:
The birdy is like a boss:
The local tourist pamphlet embraces the cost of living and recommends to visit IKEA to get a decent cheap lunch. Also it said under the column "How to act Norwegian" - "Dislike the Swedes." (yikes!).
However I did not go to IKEA, but I got a pretty good bang for a NOK:
Nerd alert with all their comic shops:
Where the town ends, the fjords begins.
We are planning to go back around my birthday to get an orgasm from the nature. Cannot wait!
Then the sun came out and I climbed on the top of the opera house. My heart skipped a beat:
A true Viking land.
Also pretty brave not to be the part of the EU, which means tax refunds! yayayyayayaiiii.
Spring so bright it burns my eyes.
Bye Oslo, now off to Glasgow:
Norsk musikk, jaaa!
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