Bryggen, Bergen, Norway. Of all my Euro rail travel in 1991, Norway is the one I want to revisit the most. It was pretty hard to remember my time there. Just a hand full of old unmarked photos to try and jog my memory. I could not have pieced it together without some weird notes in an old diary. I would have taken an over night train from Stockholm to Oslo but then jumped straight on a day train to Bergen, thinking I would checkout Oslo on the way back. It looks like I got a couple of photos of the famous country side from the train between Norway’s two biggest cities. Being winter probably was not the best choice of time to be there but I suppose I was just working with the time I had. All my photos are from Bergen none of Oslo even though I spent two nights in Oslo. My only memory of Oslo was a local metro train ride to an end station that was very close to a ski jump. I must have read something about it in the lonely planet guide and seen people doing the jumping in the winter Olympics. I just wanted to stay warm and dry in the train and see something that we just don’t have where I grew up. I am sure the ticket seller thought I was weird when I wanted a ticket to some where that was closed. I travelled all the way out just to have a look and it was covered in mist and cloud. I think I was even on the same train back that I arrived on, totally empty handed but I suppose sometimes you just have to try. At least the train was warm and dry.
Bryggen, Bergen, Norway. Of all my Euro rail travel in 1991, Norway is the one I want to revisit the most. It was pretty hard to remember my time there. Just a hand full of old unmarked photos to try and jog my memory. I could not have pieced it together without some weird notes in an old diary. I would have taken an over night train from Stockholm to Oslo but then jumped straight on a day train to Bergen, thinking I would checkout Oslo on the way back. It looks like I got a couple of photos of the famous country side from the train between Norway's two biggest cities.  Being winter probably was not the best choice of time to be there but I suppose I was just working with the time I had. All my photos are from Bergen none of Oslo even though I spent two nights in Oslo. My only memory of Oslo was a local metro train ride to an end station that was very close to a ski jump. I must have read something about it in the lonely planet guide and seen people doing the jumping in the winter Olympics. I just wanted to stay warm and dry in the train and see something that we just don't have where I grew up.  I am sure the ticket seller thought I was weird when I wanted a ticket to some where that was closed. I travelled all the way out just to have a look and it was covered in mist and cloud. I think I was even on the same train back that I arrived on, totally empty handed but I suppose sometimes you just have to try. At least the train was warm and dry.
Photo by Lachlan Gowen on Unsplash
  Photo by Lachlan Gowen on Unsplash
Photo by Kaitlyn Collins on Unsplash
  Photo by Kaitlyn Collins on Unsplash