Written on 12/28/08 -
Newark Airport/Oslo, NorwaySo...Pat lost his wallet, we all panicked, then I ate Sarku, so overall it's okay so far. Alex's parents had to come back through the toll to give Pat his wallet back, he said he would pay them back for it, but he probably wont. 2 hour wait on the plane for something to be fixed, a valve that doesn't have anything to do with the plane actually flying, we are all angry. 7 hour flight, some dinner, sleeping that hurts my neck, getting off the plane and seeing the frost bitten terrain makes it all worth it. I'm still looking for dwarfs and trolls because I'm convinced this place is Midgard.
On a train, cost us 150 krones, f my a. Alex bought a pack of cigs for 80 krone, f his a. Scandinavia is expensive. This train is amazing. First class here is luxury and convenience class here is like America's first class. 19 minute ride from the airport to Oslo Central. "I already broke something." Oslo's rest rooms are weird. The stalls are their own rooms and the urinals are like solo cups. They recycle the paper in the dispenser and I didn't know that so I owned it hardcore by ripping it out. You live and you learn.
Night of December 28th in OsloWent to a fortress type thing for the first adventure in Europe, trespassed on a plot of cannons, saw a tank, no biggie.



After the fortress Alex, Mike, and Pat went ice skating. I watched and took pictures because I decided I was not going to pay for my own certain death. Mike says the skates were his problem for not doing so well, I disagree. Alex turned pro almost immediately, he's going to Olympics fo sho. Then as we were giving the skates back Pat hit on a 16 year old girl "by accident", and it was hilarious for all. He says she was "eye f'in" him apparently so I think he should be in some sort of "eye f'in" prison.
Then we hit up the royal palace, pat got yelled at for standing near the guards gun, and we all know what a sceevy bastard that Patrick Brennan is so we left immediately. Fantastic building though, Ionic Columns Alex says, I agree.

Went to TGI Fridays for dinner because no where else was open due to it being a Sunday evening in Oslo. I got some sort of chicken pasta (129 Krone) and a Pepsi (39 Krone) for the caffeine, but it does not seem to be working as it is 6:32pm Oslo time and we are already back at the hostel and tired enough to go to sleep. I'm going to force myself to go to sleep at 10pm since we are waking up at 6:20am to catch a 7:25 train at central station. So if I can force 8 hours of sleep out of me and not 12 that would do much better for my circadian rhythm and make this time change (+6 hours) easier.
Norway does not have English TV channels, which is disappointing, but it is still fun to make up what I think all these blond haired people are saying.
Alex and Pat just took a shower in this hostel and to work it, it seems you need a masters in mechanical engineering.
At this point if I had to shortly describe Oslo I would say it is small, quaint, but modern simultaneously. Many old buildings still stand and have been very well preserved. More details on all of this day tomorrow while I'm on a 6 hour train to Stockholm, Sweden. Super sweet.
PS- Best hostel so far...yeah...good sheets, American plugs, TV, bathroom with rocket shower, 4 bunked beds, the works. I get top, sad day. Also, it's warm in here. That = Awesome. My fingers thank me quite a bit. Mom's gloves she got me are doing well and helping a lot. OH also - foreign cigs, smooth but no flavor, overall pretty good.
December 29th - Train from Oslo to Stockholm - 8:20AM
Continued Oslo thoughts: I have to figure out what the name of that fortress was, it's a long word that is hard to pronounce, like everything in Norway. Amazing view of the harbor at the top.

Some smooth jazz flute was playing while we were there which was incredibly appropriate. Before that we accidentally trespassed on a plot of cannons. The guard started talking to Norwegian to us and we had to say our not patented "No, only English." Almost everyone younger than 30 speaks English as well which is nice. Most of it is kinda broken but that's better than anything I would try in another language. That guards exact English words were, "oh, no entry, you can not be here." Got her message across. Mike took a picture of me throwing the Nixon over the harbor, that is dedicated to the UCMB bass line, sucks I can't be in Toronto with them at the bowl game but I had to choose the trip of a lifetime over anything.

While eating at Fridays we had to take a crash course in dollar to Kroner currency exchange. The lowest amount you can take out of a Oslo ATM is 200Kr and that have 100 and 200 dollar bills. They also have a 5, 10, 20, and 50Kr cent pieces. Their money looks harder to counterfeit, dually noted. Pat ordered a full rack of ribs and wine, but it's okay because he is on vacation. Also, something that I found to be odd is that in most of Europe you do not have to tip at restaurants because the waiters are paid normal wages. That was weird for me the first few times. Back at the hostel I used the interweb for a few moments, 1Kr per minute. Went on facebook and changed my status to something like, not dead and in Oslo, and wrote on mom's wall to let her know the same thing. I went to go pay the woman at the front desk, she said it was 5Kr, but I didn't have cash on me so she said it was a late Christmas present. She did that, a nice stranger on this train gave me a new pen when I lost mine under the seat, and he deduced that Alex and I were American and spoke English to us immediately. People are nice in Norway.
The sun is just coming up around 8:30am because we are so far north. All the landscape between towns are just long stretches of snow covered pine trees.

We ended up finding a station on the TV last night that had some English speaking shows. Nothing special, a dog training show and a not funny British talk show, but nonetheless it was nice to hear some straight English. We fell asleep around 9pm which was earlier than I wanted. My sleep cycle is not yet right as was proven to me last night when I woke up at 2am and was wide awake. I didn't have a watch on to check the time so I assumed it was 5 or so and kept looking out the window at the skyline waiting for the sun. Little did I know that the sun was not going to come up until 9am in Norway during the winter. I didn't learn that it was early until Alex got up to hit up the little boys room and told me it was now 2:45am. That made me sad inside. Alex was having the same problem I was and woke up momentarily after I did. Eventually I went back to sleep and woke up to the alarm.
This morning was pretty straight forward. Checked out of the hostel around 6:30am. The guy at the desk was very nice like everyone else is. They gave us breakfast to go, but it is not like American breakfast. We received 4 pieces of bread each and then an assortment of salted butter, liver paste (not bad), peach jam, and caviar to put on it. Filling enough to be good and not bad tasting. Walking through the streets of Oslo in the early morning was really cool. Transportation was still running but other than that there was not a lot of people around. Pat, Alex, and I lit a cig and strut through the streets like Kings with giant backpacks. There was no wait at the train station because we reserved seats the night before. 10 minutes or so and we were on this train. We are split up between the cars. Alex and I are on car 14 while Pat and Mike are on 15. They have nicer seats and people to talk too, but our seats are still pretty nice and more secluded. After we left Oslo Station Alex and I ventured to car 13 because it had the coffee cart. Alex paid for me which was nice (he was the only one with Kroner on him.) One coffee was 15 kroner each which was not bad at all, cream and sugar, but a bit small. Traveling through the cars is scary and Alex summed it up well when he looked back at me and said, "Is this right?!" I said I didn't know and to keep moving.
The train is supposed to arrive around 1:30pm in Sweden. I am currently realizing how fast the pace of our trip is. There is not a lot of time to wonder what I'm doing next since I'm probably already doing it.
9:15am - Entered Sweden, have to travel across the entire country. Joy.

(map that shows both cities to give some perspective of the train ride) All the train announcements are in Norwegian...or Swedish, I have no idea. No one seems to be concerned or bracing for death so I am assuming they are normal announcements. I have never really experienced being a language minority, and it is interesting to say the least. I feel bad because it is so normal for people to know more than one language. This pink haired girl came on the train before it left and was apparently asking what car she was on. I said I only spoke English, then she proceeded to struggle to find the right English words, "Is this the first car?" I have a feeling she wanted to know something else but didn't know to say it. That sure does suck, not speaking a language and trying to procure information must be pure torture.