Sunday, 22nd
Somewhere in the middle of the night I was woken up with muffled noises and exasperated noises. Well I didn't pay too much heed to it. I lamely opened my eye and saw two girls chatting and staring at me with grumpy faces.
When I woke up in the morning, I realised these girls had joined us in the middle of the night. They were trained nurses from Sweden and had come to Oslo in search of job and had missed the last train home. And the muffled noises were that they were cursing me because of my snoring. Well can't please all the people.
After a long luxurious shower, we stepped out on the streets of Oslo. Much like Copenhagen, these roads were also empty and wide. We were tired of ham and cheese routine and G wanted some healthy breakfast. So we walked to the store next to our hostel. The vendor gave us two bananas and two apples in return of our budget for a week. I spied him grinning too.
Anyways we walked back toward the information booth to figure out our day activities. We wanted to see the much acclaimed and much stolen "The Scream" by Munch. The lady at the counter shrieked, right like the face from "The scream" and informed us that the much acclaimed and the much stolen piece of work has been stolen last night again from the Munch museum. She also calmly told us not to worry, and there happens to be one more work hanging at the National Museum. Before leaving we booked our tickets for the next day. We planned to travel to the famous fjords.
Although it was early in the day, still we quickly moved towards the National Museum to see the "Scream" lest it gets stolen again. For a while suspected the nurses from Sweden and laughed out loud in the empty streets. We walked through the sleepy marketplace seeing the window displays in leisure and reached the Museum. The place was yet to open and we queued up for tickets and hung around. There seemed to be quite a bit of enthusiastic crowd around. The museum hosted works by Munch, Gustav Vigeland and other masters. We were quite hungry after doing the museum round. Right opposite was a nice cafe from where we picked up Pizza, Spaghetti Carbonara and Pepsi. We sat down on the fence and dined on the yummy food. It started to drizzle and out came our, green and blue windcheater (we had been dying to use them). We walked around the neighboring university area and then came loud noises of hindi music. From a distance we saw huge crowds gathered and making merry in an open space. A loud banner announced Asiatic festival (obviously) The place was teeming with people and speaking in hindi dialect. It seemed like an Indian market place only with installations of Vigeland. Some lip smacking stuff were being sold but as we had just fed ourselves silly. To save ourselves from the drizzle we hopped to Oslo rådhus (the city center) across the street, where an exhibition of modern art and photography was bein held. Interesting contraptions hung from the air and bright red, blue and green shower cubicles and pots also were part of the show.
It was still afternoon and we decided to go and visit the Vigeland Sculpture park (another of my childhood dream). We walked past a 16th century Church and caught a tram to the park. After about 15 minutes we were standing at the entrance of the Frogner park of which the Vigeland park is a part of. The entire area is built on about 80 acres.There are some 212 bronze and granite sculptures spread across in six sections. These giant individually crafted by Vigeland depicting so many scenes from our daily lives and inspirations was truly amazing. the mother's love, the monolith, the children at play (various happy, giggly children), the fountain. The detailing was brilliant.
As we sat next to the monolith and discussing the immense park, the drizzle has stopped and the vast sky was now featuring a beautiful rainbow covering the breadth of the park and I am sure we were sitting on the pot of gold.
G and I exited out of the park, not before picking up a fat pencil, lighter and other mementos. We took the tram back to the city. and hopped across the Church. The service was going on and the organ was truly melodious. We loitered around the fort area and realised the sun was about to set. This was around 9 pm (thank god for long days, that we were able to pack our days with so many activities) We sat down in silence on a hillock and saw the bright red ball of fire melting into the water. The skies were still gray and shades of red, when we pushed ourselves towards the town center. We bought some bread and bacon paste for our onward journey to Flåm next day morning.
Somewhere in the middle of the night I was woken up with muffled noises and exasperated noises. Well I didn't pay too much heed to it. I lamely opened my eye and saw two girls chatting and staring at me with grumpy faces.
When I woke up in the morning, I realised these girls had joined us in the middle of the night. They were trained nurses from Sweden and had come to Oslo in search of job and had missed the last train home. And the muffled noises were that they were cursing me because of my snoring. Well can't please all the people.
After a long luxurious shower, we stepped out on the streets of Oslo. Much like Copenhagen, these roads were also empty and wide. We were tired of ham and cheese routine and G wanted some healthy breakfast. So we walked to the store next to our hostel. The vendor gave us two bananas and two apples in return of our budget for a week. I spied him grinning too.
Anyways we walked back toward the information booth to figure out our day activities. We wanted to see the much acclaimed and much stolen "The Scream" by Munch. The lady at the counter shrieked, right like the face from "The scream" and informed us that the much acclaimed and the much stolen piece of work has been stolen last night again from the Munch museum. She also calmly told us not to worry, and there happens to be one more work hanging at the National Museum. Before leaving we booked our tickets for the next day. We planned to travel to the famous fjords.
Although it was early in the day, still we quickly moved towards the National Museum to see the "Scream" lest it gets stolen again. For a while suspected the nurses from Sweden and laughed out loud in the empty streets. We walked through the sleepy marketplace seeing the window displays in leisure and reached the Museum. The place was yet to open and we queued up for tickets and hung around. There seemed to be quite a bit of enthusiastic crowd around. The museum hosted works by Munch, Gustav Vigeland and other masters. We were quite hungry after doing the museum round. Right opposite was a nice cafe from where we picked up Pizza, Spaghetti Carbonara and Pepsi. We sat down on the fence and dined on the yummy food. It started to drizzle and out came our, green and blue windcheater (we had been dying to use them). We walked around the neighboring university area and then came loud noises of hindi music. From a distance we saw huge crowds gathered and making merry in an open space. A loud banner announced Asiatic festival (obviously) The place was teeming with people and speaking in hindi dialect. It seemed like an Indian market place only with installations of Vigeland. Some lip smacking stuff were being sold but as we had just fed ourselves silly. To save ourselves from the drizzle we hopped to Oslo rådhus (the city center) across the street, where an exhibition of modern art and photography was bein held. Interesting contraptions hung from the air and bright red, blue and green shower cubicles and pots also were part of the show.
It was still afternoon and we decided to go and visit the Vigeland Sculpture park (another of my childhood dream). We walked past a 16th century Church and caught a tram to the park. After about 15 minutes we were standing at the entrance of the Frogner park of which the Vigeland park is a part of. The entire area is built on about 80 acres.There are some 212 bronze and granite sculptures spread across in six sections. These giant individually crafted by Vigeland depicting so many scenes from our daily lives and inspirations was truly amazing. the mother's love, the monolith, the children at play (various happy, giggly children), the fountain. The detailing was brilliant.
As we sat next to the monolith and discussing the immense park, the drizzle has stopped and the vast sky was now featuring a beautiful rainbow covering the breadth of the park and I am sure we were sitting on the pot of gold.
G and I exited out of the park, not before picking up a fat pencil, lighter and other mementos. We took the tram back to the city. and hopped across the Church. The service was going on and the organ was truly melodious. We loitered around the fort area and realised the sun was about to set. This was around 9 pm (thank god for long days, that we were able to pack our days with so many activities) We sat down in silence on a hillock and saw the bright red ball of fire melting into the water. The skies were still gray and shades of red, when we pushed ourselves towards the town center. We bought some bread and bacon paste for our onward journey to Flåm next day morning.
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