Even with too many tourists, it is a pretty town.
11.08.2016 - 30.08.2016 75 °F
I think I may have mentioned that I am rooming with a woman named Carol. We met on a trip to Ireland and hit it off and decided to room together on this trip, although we really did not know each other very well at the time. We share a bathroom now, so I guess you could say we’re fairly familiar with each other’s habits by this time. In my opinion this liaison is a great success as I thoroughly enjoy her as a roommate. I have learned something interesting about myself from living with another Carol though. . . .I mutter to myself quite a bit and I call myself by name when I do. You know, things like “Carol, where’d you pack that damn ____?” or “Carol, shit – hang up your clothes!” These utterances are often met with a reply from the other side of the room which surprises me and then cracks me up. As if I would talk to her like that!
Today we toured Bergen. Our guide (Neill) is very knowledgeable about the town and kept up a running commentary as we drove around. I may not retain it all but it was very interesting at the time. Although Bergen has been a center for trade for 1000 years (and was once the capital of Norway), there have been many fires in the city so there are very few buildings older than 200 years, except perhaps for a fortress that was constructed of stone beginning in the 13th century. But what it lacks in ancient it makes up for in charming. Unfortunately, all the cruise lines feel the same way so the best areas to wander were crowded with tourists. I believe Neill said there were four ships here today, spewing at least 10,000 people onto the streets. After we rode around on the bus, most everyone took off to the shopping areas, myself included. We persevered and were able to enhance the Bergen economy even in the face of a tourist flood.
I had a cheeseburger for dinner. This was probably not my wisest decision but it sounded like a good idea at the time. It was OK, but I was surrounded by women who chose the salmon and it was “the best they’d ever had”. I know better, it won’t happen again.
After dinner we rode the Floibanen Funicular 1000 feet up the side of a mountain for a wonderful view of Bergen. The sun was going down but it was light enough to see everything (and get great pictures) and watch the city’s lights twinkle on. It was really pretty. The only downside is that Rosemary and I were singing “Faniculi Fanicula” before dinner and now I have this dreadful Mario Lanza earworm. And now, so do you.