Back to Oslo

Can't say much about the drive back to Oslo. Sometimes it rained, sometimes it poured.

We had few more days in Oslo and spent the time visiting with my parents and grandparents. We visited ruins from the middle ages, including the grave of King Håkon the fifth, buried in 1319.

Drove up to a mountain lodge overlooking Oslo and drank some of the best hot chocolate and an incredible apple pie. Four hot chocolates, four slices of pie, $100. And one decommisioned olympic ski jump.

The afternoon turned out to be very very nice, with warm temps, blue skies, and a trip to downtown Oslo where I spent my youth free time. Jennifer bounced in and out of the shops. For some reason clothing was quite reasonably priced and she scored some deals. In the meantime I stood outside watching the crowds strolling up and down Karl Johan, being accosted by Amnesty Int'l solicitors and listening to russian street musicians with giant triangle-shaped guitars.

And that was Oslo.