Jeg snakke ikke Norsk

As I made my way towards the boarder I made my way to the last petrol station - Norway is notoriously expensive compared to Sweden and I wanted to make sure POH had a full belly before I ventured into the expensive unknown. Thus far I had been making my way around with the google maps/gps set-up on my phone and it had been working out fantastically- just punch in where you want to go and it takes care of the rest: right down to the best route.

Unfortunately my Swedish pre-paid plan doesn´t include international data so upon crossing the boarder my eyes on the road were cut off. The GPS was still working but the data to fuel the maps was gone. I was a blue arrow trying to follow a blue line in a sea of grey. Things looked grim. I can´t really explain how it happened but by some GPS magic I managed to find my way to Hilda´s place reasonably directly- albeit to my great surprise. Hilda shares a small one room apartment (and bed) with her friend. What a cosy set up we had! They work opposite hours so it wasn´t too bad - not too much overcrowding.

Oslo was pretty low-key, nice and chill, good weather but not much of note. I caught up with Hilda and Juan and was home and asleep by 1. The next day I fired up POH and eventually made my way to the Ski Museum. Pretty impressive place with the ski jump, museum and simulator.
Got myself a book and parked it, dozed off after a while and got some mild sunburn happening. Not exactly what you think and Australian will experience in Norway but hey, I am special.