Have arrived in Bergen by the Sea . . . the North Sea, that is. And, while the unreal heat (101 in Oslo this week) has abated, it's as humid as any summer day in Boston. Sitting in the lobby of what will be my hotel for this first night, waiting for rooms to be ready, I am watching it rain. Hoping this is not a preview for the coming week.
Flying in, the rocky islands reminded me of Maine. They seemed very wind and wave scarred. Bergen itself is tucked in between hills and surrounded by bays. Guess I'll grab my umbrella and go explore! Though, weirdly, the country is on alert for a potential terrorist attack. Every paper has the story on its front page.
Flying in, the rocky islands reminded me of Maine. They seemed very wind and wave scarred. Bergen itself is tucked in between hills and surrounded by bays. Guess I'll grab my umbrella and go explore! Though, weirdly, the country is on alert for a potential terrorist attack. Every paper has the story on its front page.
Fortunately, I did not see anyone with a machine gun when I deplaned. Hopefully, Bergen is far down any target list. Hopefully, there isn't a target list.
Okay, the radio station that's playing in the lobby is now featuring "Beat It" by MJ. Time to get out of here!
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