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Published: March 28th 2011
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Dear anyone who is every planning to travel at any time ever,
Make sure you know when the FRICKING clocks change. It is with great restraint that I use the word fricking, given my day yesterday.
My day started out bright and chipper, since there were no hostels available in Oslo, due to 2 world events being held there, a big car show and the world championship in sled dog racing (I can only imagine this is why there were no frigging hostels available), I had to upgrade to a hotel in the suburbs of Oslo, kind of like the Queen's of Manhattan, the Lambeth (ugh) of London, or perhaps the Ancaster of Hamilton.. you see where I'm going with this? Anyways, that's not important. The important thing was that I woke up feeling well rested and chipper. I practically skipped to my bathroom with heated floors and told myself, well done Kirby, you've planned the perfect way back to Bodø. I had planned the perfect combination of train and plane that would effectively allow me to both spend less money, ride along the rail where HP6 was filmed, and also enjoy the beautiful Norwegian fjords.......or so I thought....... *FORESHADOWING, FORESHADOWING*.
I arrived at the bus terminal, and once again praised myself on my awesomeness. Then I skipped up to the platform and proudly presented my ticket, here's where my day starts to take a turn for the worse. Ps. It's 7:45 am, my train leaves at 8:07. The ticket collector informs me, but you are late. I say, no no no, (I realize I am Canadian - but I'm not dumb) "the ride is for 8:07.. you see, I have plenty of time." As you may have guessed by now, she informed me, in English, that the clocks changed and basically I was the dumbest dummy that ever was dumb. "sorry."
What's a girl to do?
The lady informed me that if I wanted to get to Trondheim, I would have to take a bus right now. My train was originally going to be in Trondheim at 2, and my flight left at 6:25 *FORESHADOWING FORESHADOWING*. The bus driver was nice enough to accept my now void ticket and off I went. As I got onto the train in Hamar, heading to Trondheim, I realized that the train had internet. No biggie, I said, I will simply take the
next plane, and get a refund on my first ticket. *FORESHADOWING!!!*
I soon found out that not only was the last flight available a mere 45 minutes after I get into Trondheim, it would cost 500 bucks, and, you guessed it, my original flight was non-refundable. You may be asking yourself why I spend so many paragraphs on this story, and what I would say to you is that I didn't EVEN mention how I had to sit beside a weird, chatty Norwegian for most of the train ride, or how I didn't take any pictures of the gorgeous scenery because I was sulking, OR how sketchy the plane ride ended up being that I barely caught - seeing as I got through security without any proof that I was on any planes. That's right, no baggage tag, boarding pass, nothing. I also didn't mention that my plane (which seated about 40 people) made 3 STOPS or that I ended up waking up everyone in the hostel room I stayed at when I eventually got in, as I was forced to sleep on the top bunk... so that was a SHORT SUMMARY..... This negative rant overshadows anything positive I have to say about my great last few days at the centre, or my awesome time in the city. This is why I have chosen to post it as a separate blog.
ALL TRAVELERS TAKE HEED (I don't even know if that was the proper use of the word heed.) More updates to follow after I eat my nommy dinner.
Goodbye for now entire population of the world (I know you're all reading) , thanks for listening.
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