by Robin Rodig |
October 05, 2013
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With a quick few days to take in the sights of metropolitan Oslo and cherish an awesome meet up with a Lagunan-turned-Norwegian pal whom I haven't seen in 25 years (Shout out to Kim! And Tamra for suggesting it!), I was back on the train aiming for Norway's west coast. From the look of it, Norway is like Denmark's wild cousin. Steep rocky terrain lined with autumn colored forest. Waterfalls pouring over tops of peaks. River rapids racing the trains. Fog creeping through the crevices of the sheer cliffs. Almost the exact opposite of flat Denmark. This is the Norway I've heard about.
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by Robin Rodig |
October 05, 2013
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Similar to Forrest Gump's box of chocolates philosophy on life is how I feel about museums. The chocolates look good on the outside but I don't usually care for what's on the inside. Time in most museums for me is like blindly choosing the tempting round, dark chocolate one in the box only to bite into the gross-flavored, jellied center. I'll eat it if I started it but wish I could just put it back in the box. Museums are not typically my thing. At this point I need another Viking ship museum like I need a hole in the head. But I figured there must be some reason all-the-world's museum doors stay open aside from being a good rainy day activity. I wasn't willing to give up on them yet.
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Sweden
With a quick few days to take in the sights of metropolitan Oslo and cherish an awesome meet up with a Lagunan-turned-Norwegian pal whom I haven't seen in 25 years (Shout out to Kim! And Tamra for suggesting it!), I was back on the train aiming for Norway's west coast. From the look of it, Norway is like Denmark's wild cousin. Steep rocky terrain lined with autumn colored forest. Waterfalls pouring over tops of peaks. River rapids racing the trains. Fog creeping through the crevices of the sheer cliffs. Almost the exact opposite of flat Denmark. This is the Norway I've heard about.