Day 13

A short day, taking in the Gardnos meteor crater and the Viking Museum. Nothing to see at the first to be honest, it wasn't open anyway but the Viking museum was well worth the visit. 3 Viking longboats from the 10th century AD, sit in residence, all recovered from burial sites. When someone important died, they would haul a ship out of the water, dig a hole for it, then fill it with the deceased and things for the afterlife, a bit like the Egyptians used to do. It would then be covered with earth, to form a burial mound. They are impressive ships and somehow make the whole Viking thing real, after only reading about them in books or seeing them in TV programmes.

A few miles up the road and we were parking up in the street, about 50 metres away from the hotel. Washed and brushed up, we took a walk over to the Oslo Opera House. This striking building has a sloping roof that you can walk up and onto. What better place to have an ice cream? After taking the scenic shots, we were entertained by some seagulls, who were far from shy, so close up pictures were easily possible. The sun had been blazing down all day, so another great day of riding and now, I'd got my legs out for the first time, wearing my shorts. We did a bit more walking around the city, taking in the underwhelming cathedral, before making our way to The Dubliner pub, just a few doors down from the hotel. We had dinner, Knutr, fish 'n' chips, me spare ribs, washed down with 3 pints each. It is our last night in Norway! If you say it quickly, £27 for 3 pints doesn't sound a lot, does it? No, you're right, it sounds bleedin' expensive. Hey ho! It's not the most expensive beer we've had.

As we left the pub, we noticed a pretty young lady standing across the road, then 2 more by our hotel, one on the corner of the hotel, one across the street. It dawned on us that they probably weren't all coincidentally, waiting for their boyfriends to pick them up after work, rather this was work!

A bit later, Knutr went down to his bike to get his phone charger (least that's what he told me) and came back, saying one of the girls had said something to him which he took to be an offer of some sort. Not sure if he's chuffed or shocked that he's been propositioned by a prossie at the ripe old age of 65!  I wonder if he would have got a pensioner discount, like at the Viking museum? LOL!

Tomorrow we leave Norway and head into Sweden, spending the night in Gothenburg.