A lot more Oslo

It’s 1:30 AM and I can’t sleep.  Makes no sense to me.  We walked a lot and I was tired when I went to bed.  I tossed a bit and fell asleep only to wake up a couple hours later.  My Norwegian Princess is peacefully purring in the background.  She’s a Beach Angel!

We are up to go to the bus in the morning and on to Goteburg where we will see Ake and other rellies for too short a time, but now I am ahead of myself.

Earlier today, and after yet another excellent breakfast, we bought a day pass, which offered entrance to museums and bus and ferry for 24 hours, which will be up about noon tomorrow (for you), i.e. today (for us).  We walked to the ferry and went across the fjord to the Kon – Tiki museum, which we skipped.  Got off a stop late again.  (I think there is a pattern developing.  The way it is going with the currency exchange rate, we will be more than a dollar short too.)  So we walked a long way back to the Viking Museum where we had intended to go.

Intricate carving done on a long winter's day

Wow!  Those Vikings were fabulous boat-builders!  And Birdie says the one in Stockholm is huge by comparison.  I noticed they’re pretty much all dead though.  Maybe it was all the pillaging and, let’s see what else was it they did, oh yeah, pillaging, that got ‘em.  (Now read that paragraph back imagining a Scandahoovian accent.)

I loved that stuff, but the Swedish Viking Ship in the Wasa Museum is better and who am I to argue with my Norske Princess.

Next we went to some other old museum.  Well, the museum was old, but some of the things in it were downright ancient!  For example, there was a kitchen modeled after one from way back in 1959.  I can’t even remember back that far, but I bet my sister Gail can.  Beff vuss still actin’ yust like a baby den and Mark and I were bissy playin’ wit hiss trucks, I tink.  He was bildin’ tings and I was blowen’ em up vit my chemistry set.  A good time vuss hat by all, den and now.

Did you hear the Norwegian joke about the two-story outhouse?   It's no joke - not to the ones on the first floor.  Here is their view:

Lookout below!  And that's no joke!

Next we saw some wonderful nude sculptures, men, women, old and young.  (Jill knew the name of the beautiful park and I think named it in her post.  The sculptures were lovely.  Didn't find them particularly sensual or at least not sexual, although of course that's why I went. They are just a collection of warm sculptures, easy to look at.  I can hardly imagine they would fly at home - too prissy and prudish!  Here is one of my favorites:

We walked 17,000 steps by my very complimentary step counter, which responds if you “jiggelitalittle.” (Ref: NPH on SNL.)  No wonder my dogs were barking!

Ken