The train to Oslo was uneventful - the flat farmland, forests and quiet hidden lakes of the Swedish interior gliding past the window. However arriving in Oslo I was targeted by Norweigan customs which was a novel experience. After 20 questions about what I was doing, where had I come from, did I have any friends in Norway etc. it was back to the office so they could search my dirty washing for contraband. It made for an entertaining interlude, meant I could get somebody to bring me free drinks and got to tell them all about my holidays, though they could have done my washing as well... Not feeling like hanging around in Oslo for a whole day I managed to get on the night train to Bergen as I reckoned the timing should be
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