when it rains, it pours

...figuratively speaking that is. although it is literally pouring outside my window at the moment, most of the raining had stopped by the time we arrived in bergen yesterday. since for a little while there, i had feared of never arriving here at all, thanks to missing my plane to oslo (i love you, ryan air) and then some.

i always dreaded the moment when my "getting going one minute too late but still somehow making it" would turn into "getting going one minute too late, as usual, but this time disastrously not making it", and there it was tuesday afternoon, manifesting itself as a locked door at sxf.

what followed was what must have been the longest ride home and the realization that my mother is there for me, in case something actually bad ever happens. good to know.

looking dorky on the way to bergen

yet here we are, thanks to norwegian's crafty airspace operators and their well functioning website.

DO #1: if you plan on going to bergen, take the train from oslo. it traverses the entire country, offering some quite spectacular views; plus it costs a mere 25 euros if you manage to buy the ticket a few weeks ahead of time.

DON'T #1: take that train at night. you won't see anything.

the further run of events was rather smooth, collecting dorm keys, finding out everything is incredibly expensive, realizing my bed spans a luxurious 75 cm. i should be able to deal with all of that.

word of the day: unnskyld (entschuldigung)