Went to Bergen. Its like the first time Im travelling alone. So its kinda new experience. Plus everything here is.. NOT in english.
Here's what happened:
Bought an air ticket to Bergen, from Oslo Rygge, only to realise that the damn airport is not in Oslo (oslo, u smaller than sg. Tell me why u have 3 airport under ur name, of which none of them is actually inside Oslo? ccb). The damn airport is halfway to Sweden, my flight is 8am. Asked Farridus and she says there's bus to the airport for every flight, so she checked for me and realised, there is no bus for my flight. (WHAT!!! HOW THE F AM I SUPPOSE TO GET TO THE AIRPORT BY 7AM TMR!!) Went to school. Damn lucky to bump into Ludek and Helle at the coffee cafe (lud asked her out. hehehehe.) Helle offered to help me call the stupid airline to ask. They transfered her through 7 different numbers, and I cldnt understand anything that was gg on in Norwegian. Finally she hang up and said "they told me u can take a train to Rygge Station and the last train departs at 11pm tonight." - hence, I will need to sleep in the airport.
Helle: "Yea I asked them if u can slp in the airport. Its no problem they said"
At night, I packed 12 sandwiches, cos I didnt want to spend any cents on food in Bergen, cos food is as expensive in Bergen as in Oslo. At night, I departed on my backpack, went to the train station and I was srsly unimpressed with the ticket person. Its my 1st time buying a ticket, so will u pls be more patient with me. He didnt even ask me if Im a student, so I freaking paid adult ticket. Tamade.
First time on NSB rail. Wanted to sleep. Talked to a Norwegian stranger. Asked him if there's carriage seat number and he said no. He said "u better not sleep. cos if u miss ur stop, that's it, u can end up in God-knows-which-part-of-the-country"
Finally I reached the damn station. Alighted and to my horror, its in a forest. Where the fuck is the airport? There is none I see. Its 12am. Cold. Am I gonna die? Srsly. Luckily, I saw an old couple so I asked them where is the airport. They said "u can take a bus here to the airport. It shld run frequently" Thank God, they had some sense. Its 12am, there's absolutely no one in the bus station, they checked the bus timing, realised there's no bus and Kind enough, they decided to drive me to the airport. (Well, I was touched. But really, anyone with a human heart should do that. Cos I will die in the cold in the forest, if you dont send me to the airport). The airport was a bloody 5-10mins drive from the station, which means its really far (i hate this country already). And you cant walk there bcos the path is blocked. Had a great chat with them the car and the old woman told me her relative is living in Singapore temp for work. And they just had a party with some Austrians, Swiss, whatever.
They were really nice. They took the effort to make sure the airport is open, so I can sleep there, if not they are gonna put me in a hotel. Airport is open.
Sometimes, I think my sense of weight is srsly wrong. Anne said "John, u shld just bring ur contacts to Norway, its not heavy at all" She's right. Now, I didnt bring my camera charger to Bergen and Flam. How to last 4 days sia. Plus in the cold, batt dies damn damn FAST.
Realise my backpack is only 7kg and there's 3 more kg i can put, and eventually, the airline din even weigh my bag -_-.
And so, I slept, alone, in the airport. With my new hp, Im afraid the alarm isnt as good as the previous one, so I dare not sleep to deep.
On the plane, b4 it flew, I was dozing off, at much more ease. Then I woke up time and again, to realise that the plane still did not fly. And then I realised, that the snow storm is taking its toll and the pilot cant set off. So they had to use some machines, to clear the snow, off the plane's wings and top and wherever.
Bergen Airport
At the airport, I took some guide, and spent like 1 hour trying to decide where to go. I thought of going to Peter Molnar's place, but then thought that transport there would cost, and that I could save some money and time but travelling on foot first, then taking a bus to his place at night.
Sadly, Bergen is such a damn small city, but the airport is 34353 miles away from the city (what's wrong with this country). So I had to buy and pay for a bus ticket to Bergen, tourist center.
Pics from the bus
Reached the tourist center, went in. Initially, I bought a Bergen card for 48 hours, bcos for 24 hours it was 190Kr, for 48 hrs it was 250Kr, and I thought it was well worth. And I was told that the card entitles u to free transport, which is really expensive in Norway. I thought it was well worth so I bought it, only to realise later, that people walk everywhere in Bergen, and that the most beautiful places that the Bergen card can bring you free (like the Aladdin-like castle which u need ferry+boat+bus+entrance fee+guide) is closed in WINTER. Tamade.
I dont know where to go first. They tell me there's a green bus outside which goes to science center. I din want to waste any minute of my time here, so I took a walk instead. They say there's a fish market which is famous. I decided do my own walk. A really really pretty angmoh brunette saw me on the busstop and kept looking at me, with her eyes fixed on me as I moved. Have you not seen a young Asian backpacker in ulope b4?
So I did my own walk. First sights of Bergen:
I asked like 3 passer-bys before someone finally took a decent photo for me. (Other pics were bad)
I was seduced to walking the road up, to see some houses in the slopes, without knowing I was actually climbing a mountain.
Up the slopes, I talked to a few passer-bys. Got a young female jogger to take pictures for me.
Me: "do you live here?"
She: "Yea, I lived a little lower"
Me: "Wow. This is a great place"
She: "Yea I loved it. And I jog here alot. You can see great view"
I realised that Norwegians like to take pictures for you.
They take one shot for you, and then they say "Oh this is so great! One more?"
So I always have 2 of the same shots. Out of politeness, I wasted precious space and battery.
Great view (And it could only get better)
Up the slopes, I saw this woman pushing her baby and I realised, there's a price to pay for living on mountain slopes. You made it lady.
I came to this path, and thought whether I should continue up and climb it.
Curiosity of whats behind the path, and lust of adventure, and challenge, got the better of me again. This rocky path, is harder than I thought. The uneven rocks, makes it really bad for my ankle.
Psychology has this "foot-in-the-door" theory (google it if u dont know). Its true. I first thought I'll just climb this path thats it. I never thought, I'll spend the next few hours, climbing higher and higher, until the frozen peak.
After that path up, I saw a small timber mill.
Abit more up, I saw a bench with a great view. Sat down and ate my mak-pakke.
Recharged, I continued. Here's a decision to make:
To take the gentler longer path up?
Or the steeper shorter way?
No prizes for guessing. Knowing me, I took the steeper, more challenging thrilling way up.
Halfway, I saw a track and realised that there'a a rail to the top of the mountain -_-.
Was tempted to buy a ticket up cos it was cheap (18kr) but then thought to myself that all my effort would be wasted if I just took a train up like that. So I decided to take up the challenge and climb the first mountain I ever climbed.
And up..
1/3 way through (I hope), I saw this great view.
At the edge, I realise, if I fall, I could die.
1/3 to halfway up, I met this old norwegian lady walking up. She took a lousy picture of me, but she was great company until like 2/3 up.
She walk really fast (maybe cos I had a 7kg backpack). She walks here regularly to excercise and she originate from behind that mountain in the background of my picture.
I wanted to take more pictures, so she said good luck and good bye to me.
Yes, as you can see behind her, there is a kindergarten 2/3 up the mountain. Wth.
The kindergarten:
As you can see, this kindergeten is high up the mountain. Its not snowing in Bergen, not at all, and its not cold. But up here, the paths and ground is frozen already. Its not snow, its ice.
It took me alot of effort to get behind the slide. I was curious to see whats behind it. And I saw a fence. I realised that there are kids and adults in the kindergarten and was afraid that they'll scream at my trespass. Next, I attempted to climb over the fence to reach higher ground, but was afraid that I might be trapped. An adult came out of the house, I called to him and asked if I can climb over the fence to get to the top. He said no, I have to follow the path.
I have to keep taking my gloves off to take pictures. Taking gloves off is not as irritating as finding where to put them and picking them up afterwards. I stopped, decided to get some strings and tie my gloves through my jacket, spent like 20mins when I plan it to be 10 mins.
Took this photo in the meantime.
Further up the mountain, it gets weirder.
I suspect this is a makeshift slide by some crazy teenager trying to get some cheap thrill of sliding/sledding down ice, but perhaps end up breaking his leg like me. With a terrain like this, high chance.
Now the paths are damn slippery and it gets cold.
I find it very Very weird that some patches are covered in ice (which I slipped and fell a few times), and some are just brown and green. Its really really WEIRD.
At the top, finally, I took a break.
I see you eye-to-eye, fellow mountain across.
I ate another mak-pakke here.
Shag, Shiok, lips peeling.
I was so tempted to just keep climbing whichever higher point that I see, but realise at the end that it was senseless. On the way down, I was really tempted to take the train down. So I asked a passerby how to get there and he said "follow me" And thank God I did, because the roads and slopes are so slippery cos its all frozen, even he fell a few times.
I followed him, and then felt so stupid when I realise that this mountain is a tourist spot, like the
one in HongKong- the Peak.
Followed the guy in blue to here.
And was completely awed to see this.
Asked these 2 sitting there to take pictures for me.
And nothing new, had a short chat w them, bcos they were curious where I was from and what I do.
More of Bergen, to be continued..
Here's what happened:
Bought an air ticket to Bergen, from Oslo Rygge, only to realise that the damn airport is not in Oslo (oslo, u smaller than sg. Tell me why u have 3 airport under ur name, of which none of them is actually inside Oslo? ccb). The damn airport is halfway to Sweden, my flight is 8am. Asked Farridus and she says there's bus to the airport for every flight, so she checked for me and realised, there is no bus for my flight. (WHAT!!! HOW THE F AM I SUPPOSE TO GET TO THE AIRPORT BY 7AM TMR!!) Went to school. Damn lucky to bump into Ludek and Helle at the coffee cafe (lud asked her out. hehehehe.) Helle offered to help me call the stupid airline to ask. They transfered her through 7 different numbers, and I cldnt understand anything that was gg on in Norwegian. Finally she hang up and said "they told me u can take a train to Rygge Station and the last train departs at 11pm tonight." - hence, I will need to sleep in the airport.
Helle: "Yea I asked them if u can slp in the airport. Its no problem they said"
At night, I packed 12 sandwiches, cos I didnt want to spend any cents on food in Bergen, cos food is as expensive in Bergen as in Oslo. At night, I departed on my backpack, went to the train station and I was srsly unimpressed with the ticket person. Its my 1st time buying a ticket, so will u pls be more patient with me. He didnt even ask me if Im a student, so I freaking paid adult ticket. Tamade.
First time on NSB rail. Wanted to sleep. Talked to a Norwegian stranger. Asked him if there's carriage seat number and he said no. He said "u better not sleep. cos if u miss ur stop, that's it, u can end up in God-knows-which-part-of-the-country"
Finally I reached the damn station. Alighted and to my horror, its in a forest. Where the fuck is the airport? There is none I see. Its 12am. Cold. Am I gonna die? Srsly. Luckily, I saw an old couple so I asked them where is the airport. They said "u can take a bus here to the airport. It shld run frequently" Thank God, they had some sense. Its 12am, there's absolutely no one in the bus station, they checked the bus timing, realised there's no bus and Kind enough, they decided to drive me to the airport. (Well, I was touched. But really, anyone with a human heart should do that. Cos I will die in the cold in the forest, if you dont send me to the airport). The airport was a bloody 5-10mins drive from the station, which means its really far (i hate this country already). And you cant walk there bcos the path is blocked. Had a great chat with them the car and the old woman told me her relative is living in Singapore temp for work. And they just had a party with some Austrians, Swiss, whatever.
They were really nice. They took the effort to make sure the airport is open, so I can sleep there, if not they are gonna put me in a hotel. Airport is open.
Sometimes, I think my sense of weight is srsly wrong. Anne said "John, u shld just bring ur contacts to Norway, its not heavy at all" She's right. Now, I didnt bring my camera charger to Bergen and Flam. How to last 4 days sia. Plus in the cold, batt dies damn damn FAST.
Realise my backpack is only 7kg and there's 3 more kg i can put, and eventually, the airline din even weigh my bag -_-.
And so, I slept, alone, in the airport. With my new hp, Im afraid the alarm isnt as good as the previous one, so I dare not sleep to deep.
On the plane, b4 it flew, I was dozing off, at much more ease. Then I woke up time and again, to realise that the plane still did not fly. And then I realised, that the snow storm is taking its toll and the pilot cant set off. So they had to use some machines, to clear the snow, off the plane's wings and top and wherever.
Bergen Airport
At the airport, I took some guide, and spent like 1 hour trying to decide where to go. I thought of going to Peter Molnar's place, but then thought that transport there would cost, and that I could save some money and time but travelling on foot first, then taking a bus to his place at night.
Sadly, Bergen is such a damn small city, but the airport is 34353 miles away from the city (what's wrong with this country). So I had to buy and pay for a bus ticket to Bergen, tourist center.
Pics from the bus
Reached the tourist center, went in. Initially, I bought a Bergen card for 48 hours, bcos for 24 hours it was 190Kr, for 48 hrs it was 250Kr, and I thought it was well worth. And I was told that the card entitles u to free transport, which is really expensive in Norway. I thought it was well worth so I bought it, only to realise later, that people walk everywhere in Bergen, and that the most beautiful places that the Bergen card can bring you free (like the Aladdin-like castle which u need ferry+boat+bus+entrance fee+guide) is closed in WINTER. Tamade.
I dont know where to go first. They tell me there's a green bus outside which goes to science center. I din want to waste any minute of my time here, so I took a walk instead. They say there's a fish market which is famous. I decided do my own walk. A really really pretty angmoh brunette saw me on the busstop and kept looking at me, with her eyes fixed on me as I moved. Have you not seen a young Asian backpacker in ulope b4?
I asked like 3 passer-bys before someone finally took a decent photo for me. (Other pics were bad)
I was seduced to walking the road up, to see some houses in the slopes, without knowing I was actually climbing a mountain.
Up the slopes, I talked to a few passer-bys. Got a young female jogger to take pictures for me.
Me: "do you live here?"
She: "Yea, I lived a little lower"
Me: "Wow. This is a great place"
She: "Yea I loved it. And I jog here alot. You can see great view"
I realised that Norwegians like to take pictures for you.
They take one shot for you, and then they say "Oh this is so great! One more?"
So I always have 2 of the same shots. Out of politeness, I wasted precious space and battery.
Great view (And it could only get better)
Up the slopes, I saw this woman pushing her baby and I realised, there's a price to pay for living on mountain slopes. You made it lady.
I came to this path, and thought whether I should continue up and climb it.
Curiosity of whats behind the path, and lust of adventure, and challenge, got the better of me again. This rocky path, is harder than I thought. The uneven rocks, makes it really bad for my ankle.
Psychology has this "foot-in-the-door" theory (google it if u dont know). Its true. I first thought I'll just climb this path thats it. I never thought, I'll spend the next few hours, climbing higher and higher, until the frozen peak.
After that path up, I saw a small timber mill.
Abit more up, I saw a bench with a great view. Sat down and ate my mak-pakke.
Recharged, I continued. Here's a decision to make:
To take the gentler longer path up?
Or the steeper shorter way?
No prizes for guessing. Knowing me, I took the steeper, more challenging thrilling way up.
Halfway, I saw a track and realised that there'a a rail to the top of the mountain -_-.
Was tempted to buy a ticket up cos it was cheap (18kr) but then thought to myself that all my effort would be wasted if I just took a train up like that. So I decided to take up the challenge and climb the first mountain I ever climbed.
And up..
1/3 way through (I hope), I saw this great view.
At the edge, I realise, if I fall, I could die.
1/3 to halfway up, I met this old norwegian lady walking up. She took a lousy picture of me, but she was great company until like 2/3 up.
She walk really fast (maybe cos I had a 7kg backpack). She walks here regularly to excercise and she originate from behind that mountain in the background of my picture.
I wanted to take more pictures, so she said good luck and good bye to me.
Yes, as you can see behind her, there is a kindergarten 2/3 up the mountain. Wth.
The kindergarten:
As you can see, this kindergeten is high up the mountain. Its not snowing in Bergen, not at all, and its not cold. But up here, the paths and ground is frozen already. Its not snow, its ice.
It took me alot of effort to get behind the slide. I was curious to see whats behind it. And I saw a fence. I realised that there are kids and adults in the kindergarten and was afraid that they'll scream at my trespass. Next, I attempted to climb over the fence to reach higher ground, but was afraid that I might be trapped. An adult came out of the house, I called to him and asked if I can climb over the fence to get to the top. He said no, I have to follow the path.
I have to keep taking my gloves off to take pictures. Taking gloves off is not as irritating as finding where to put them and picking them up afterwards. I stopped, decided to get some strings and tie my gloves through my jacket, spent like 20mins when I plan it to be 10 mins.
Took this photo in the meantime.
Further up the mountain, it gets weirder.
I suspect this is a makeshift slide by some crazy teenager trying to get some cheap thrill of sliding/sledding down ice, but perhaps end up breaking his leg like me. With a terrain like this, high chance.
Now the paths are damn slippery and it gets cold.
I find it very Very weird that some patches are covered in ice (which I slipped and fell a few times), and some are just brown and green. Its really really WEIRD.
At the top, finally, I took a break.
I see you eye-to-eye, fellow mountain across.
I ate another mak-pakke here.
Shag, Shiok, lips peeling.
I was so tempted to just keep climbing whichever higher point that I see, but realise at the end that it was senseless. On the way down, I was really tempted to take the train down. So I asked a passerby how to get there and he said "follow me" And thank God I did, because the roads and slopes are so slippery cos its all frozen, even he fell a few times.
I followed him, and then felt so stupid when I realise that this mountain is a tourist spot, like the
one in HongKong- the Peak.
Followed the guy in blue to here.
And was completely awed to see this.
Asked these 2 sitting there to take pictures for me.
And nothing new, had a short chat w them, bcos they were curious where I was from and what I do.
More of Bergen, to be continued..
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