The Whole Gory Story
Blah. Where do I start. Don't even feel like writing about it right now, but here's my chance, so I'll try anyway.
Ok. So. I quit my au pair job. The week ended. A-M paid me. She drove me to the bus. Ten-hour nighttime bus ride from Ørsta to Oslo. They took the route through the mountains. It was so amazing, and even more surreal with the barely-there twilight of the dead middle of the night. Coolest things I saw: this one narrow mountain road that makes its way up the mountain steeply with switchback after switchback, and the side of the bus is just about hanging off the edge of the road. The mountains are so giant and tall and steep, crowded so closely together, and here we are, weaving our way up out from the center of them. Opposite us looms Trollstigen (means something like Troll's Pass), a giant rock wall of a mountain, so big and close that through my window I could not see the top or either side, just a giant expanse of solid rock. Will find internet pictures of the road and Trollstigen to show you guys when I get a chance. When we reached the top of the switchbacks, we plunged right into the first of many tunnels. At one time, we emerged from one tunnel into a strange high mountain world, a giant gently-sloping field, one wide-open stretch of white, white snow. Here and there out in the open expanse were the black squares of emerging rooftops of summer huts, but that was it. No vegetation, no rocks, nothing but a big smooth swoop of snow, there was no clearly visible horizon, just snow blending up into night sky. Then we dived into another tunnel.
Don't have time to keep this from sounding too purple, so I'll just move on.
Got to the airport in Oslo, the very helpful bus driver helpfully helped me find a cart for my bags and directed me towards the right part of the airport, then I went inside. Checked my bags, and thus began the nine-hour wait for my flight's departure. First I went back outside and tried to find somewhere with trees to stretch out and prepare to be cramped up indoors for a while. Found a closed overflow parking lot way out a ways. Was gigantic and open and a perfect place to stretch and eat breakfast. Then went back to the airport, looked at every single store, bought some Norwegian chocolate at the duty-free store for people back home, contemplated buying a book but decided it was better to save my money for Malmö, har har har (foreshadowing). Slept a while on comfy bench, then it was time for the plane to leave.
God damn, library's closing. To be continued.
Ok. So. I quit my au pair job. The week ended. A-M paid me. She drove me to the bus. Ten-hour nighttime bus ride from Ørsta to Oslo. They took the route through the mountains. It was so amazing, and even more surreal with the barely-there twilight of the dead middle of the night. Coolest things I saw: this one narrow mountain road that makes its way up the mountain steeply with switchback after switchback, and the side of the bus is just about hanging off the edge of the road. The mountains are so giant and tall and steep, crowded so closely together, and here we are, weaving our way up out from the center of them. Opposite us looms Trollstigen (means something like Troll's Pass), a giant rock wall of a mountain, so big and close that through my window I could not see the top or either side, just a giant expanse of solid rock. Will find internet pictures of the road and Trollstigen to show you guys when I get a chance. When we reached the top of the switchbacks, we plunged right into the first of many tunnels. At one time, we emerged from one tunnel into a strange high mountain world, a giant gently-sloping field, one wide-open stretch of white, white snow. Here and there out in the open expanse were the black squares of emerging rooftops of summer huts, but that was it. No vegetation, no rocks, nothing but a big smooth swoop of snow, there was no clearly visible horizon, just snow blending up into night sky. Then we dived into another tunnel.
Don't have time to keep this from sounding too purple, so I'll just move on.
Got to the airport in Oslo, the very helpful bus driver helpfully helped me find a cart for my bags and directed me towards the right part of the airport, then I went inside. Checked my bags, and thus began the nine-hour wait for my flight's departure. First I went back outside and tried to find somewhere with trees to stretch out and prepare to be cramped up indoors for a while. Found a closed overflow parking lot way out a ways. Was gigantic and open and a perfect place to stretch and eat breakfast. Then went back to the airport, looked at every single store, bought some Norwegian chocolate at the duty-free store for people back home, contemplated buying a book but decided it was better to save my money for Malmö, har har har (foreshadowing). Slept a while on comfy bench, then it was time for the plane to leave.
God damn, library's closing. To be continued.