Oslo to Trondheim (by train)
Wednesday September 10 2014
It's been a day of travelling long distances and navigating the language barrier in every activity that we undertook. Finding our accommodation in Trondheim was an uphill battle (literally) that involved testing the sturdiness of the wheels on our suitcase. My verdict: 4WD wheels needed next time...
My inner landscaper has been taunted and teased with the breathtaking scenery thus far on our trip through Norway. There is so many places that I wish the train would stop for me, so that I can get off, rush out with my camera and snap a few frames.
Luscious, mountainous countryside, green, yellow or pale straw in tone and in abundance. Coloured houses, in amber tones, creams, reds and browns sit nestled amongst forests of tall timbers, the sunlight gently filtering through the cracks. Striking fjords, boathouses and farmland, all fitting neatly into the landscape. It's just bliss.
I had planned to pass this trip on the train, by watching movies and listening to music. Instead I’m fixated on the window next to our seats, staring out and wondering what life must be like for the people here. Are they aware that they live in such pristine, eye-candy places? Are they aware how gorgeous their houses are from the outside? Do they realise simply how beautiful this is to an outsider?
The day is bright and sunny, through every stop, as we get closer to trondheim, the scenery keeps changing. This time, multicoloured bushes and shrubbery, tainted with the turning of autumn, rich colours, trees, postcard-like-houses line the countryside around us. In the distance, crater-looking mountains, each at varying depths, the shadows, the light, it's absolutely incredible. There is clearly much to see in this place!
Our hostel is on the hill in Trondheim. We're here for 3 days. After our train journey, and subsequent connection, we (or I did, at least) struggled to drag the poorly-wheeled suitcase, (used to the flat continuous floors of an airport, so grossly out of its comfort zone on a potholed pavement) up the hills to the accommodation. A sweat was broken, profanities were uttered under breath, but with some good old determination and some stubbornness, we made it, overheated and exhausted.
On getting here and realising we had a mostly-full kitchen, we set off to the supermarket. Now, we'd been in them before, but had never stopped to study the prices for too long, only needing water or something easy. The price of meat was unbelievable, seriously unbelievable. In stating that, it was a joint decision that we would again go for a bag of frozen chicken drumsticks, coat them in a mysterious “Scandinavian Forest” spice that was in the hostel 'free' basket and hope for the best.
Between the two of us, we managed to figure out the prices and cross the language barrier in determining which cut of chicken to buy. “Klubber” appeared to be the drumsticks, “vengar” was the wings and the maryland cut was something else again. Buying frozen was the way to go though.
We've decided that this place is a little more pricey than we expected, 24hrs ago we arrived and got $300 AUD worth of Norwegian Krona from the airport, around 1800NOK with the conversion rate. Now, and after really quite restrained spending, I've barely got 700 of that left. Given the money drain that this place seems to be, the grandeur idea of hiring a car and driving somewhere else just seems really luxurious and out of reach... So we're going to be the tourists that Trondheim clearly doesn't have (haven't seen many to ANY scruffy looking backpacker types... this place is clearly cost prohibitive!) and wander the streets as cheap entertainment. Some might say this is a waste of the time, and maybe it is, but it's all we've got.