Writing about my trip to Oslo is somewhat hampered by the fact that I was perpetually either drunk; or recovering from being drunk, or, most frequently, in various degrees of overlap between these two states, neither of which are particularly inducive to good memory. I remember that the wind was cold, I remember that the beer was expensive, I remember that it was beautiful, I remember that I had a lot of fun with my friends, I remember a lot of head-turningly good-looking women, I remember the following broad strokes the break took on:
Thursday- Getting there, taking a stroll round the city, having dinner (I had Reindeer- that's right! I ate Rudolf! And he knows rain, dear), and uh, I think some drinking after the dinner? Yeah, definitely.
Friday- Spent the day hanging out with one of Scott's mates, who showed us round the port, and the fort that looks over the port, and then we sat about drinking with for a while. Er, then we hooked up with another of Scott's mates (he knows, like, everyone) and did some 'hotel drinking' (alcohol is taxed, like, 500% in Norway, so you drink before going out) while eating some very good cheese, before going out to dinner at the brilliantly named Hurry-Curry. In a rather startling example of Norwegian hospitality, the restaurant gave us a 50% discount on the final bill 'because we were visiting'- neat. Then we went klubbing- The first club we went to was called, uh, 'Rock Bottom' and, like, don't get me wrong, I like a bit of the Zepp, but they played an entire Led Zeppelin album, then started to play it again. At which point we asked them if they could switch albums, at which point they switched to The Black Crowes, at which point we left. Er, then we went to a pretty good club next door called 'The Garage', which was a lot of fun, the DJ wasn't perfect, but he played a good mix, and I did a little dansing.
Saturday was 'Viking day', we took a trip out to the Viking museum, which was pretty cool, had some big boats that the Vikings had buried with their owners- some really cool carvings and Rohanesque motifs. Then after some fortifying Bloody Marys we took the ferry across the Fjord over to the port, had a quick kip/drinking+crackers session at the hotel, then hit the town again for dinner (Italian....cause....uhm....of the Pope....just kidding), and then hit a very cool club called, uhm, actually I can't remember. Firey fiesta or something. All I remember is that the DJs were extremely awesome (Everlong by Foo Fighters- yes!) and one second everyone was standing around drinking and the next second the entire club seemed to be dancing. Do you know how hard it is to play air guitar while holding a pint?
Sunday shall henceforth be known as Vigeland day, and Vigeland is so huge that he really requires his own post, which I shall write.....now.
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