We landed at 12:40 and spent a while waiting for my luggage. There wasn't much English spoken at the airport, but we found our way to pick up train tickets and asked someone to help us find the correct platform. Oslo Center was closed to thorough-traffic, so we boarded a train, two buses, and a final train to take us to Bergen, starting at 3:15. These train trips were a breeze compared to my last experiences through the Czech Republic and Hungary. Paul and I make a good travel team. A man who was sitting in our assigned seats on the final train became quite the companion as we headed west. Otto commented on the scenery, taught some English words, and explained the types of trees. We passed gorgeous mountainside, forest, fjord, and lake, every glance a postcard. Otto surprised us with some Pepsi and a Norwegian KitKat bar. Rolling into Bergen at 10:30, it was still light out, the puffy clouds illuminated in the purple and orange light.
Silje, Audun's cousin, picked us up and told us there had been a terrorist attack in downtown Oslo that afternoon. A second attack on an island off the coast of Norway happened later that day. The Norwegian national news was spilling when we reached Else and Asborn's house in Fana, just outside Bergen. Adorable, bright, cheery, and with a beautiful Norwegian dinner waiting for us, smør brød (butter bread). Bread, cheese, meats, cucumber, eggs, tomato, jam, curried salad, coffee, tea, and juice. During dinner we talked of the attacks and made plans for tomorrow.
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