Weekend

Knut, me, Camilla, Maria, Luna, Erik.

<-Trondheim AKA Bartebyen (the Mustache Town).


As I said in my last post, I visited my family and some friends (or rather one friend) during the weekend.
8 hours on a bus is a long time to park your arse on a hard seat. Forgetting to bring ear phones doesn't really make the trip any better, but I pulled through, and finally arrived in Trondheim. My dad even picked me up at the bus stop, so I didn't have to suffer through another 30 minutes in a bus seat, but a soft car seat.

I hadn't seen my parents since right after Christmas, so it was good to see them again, even though I didn't stay at their house for more than one night. The main reason for my journey was after all to visit my friend who's studying in Trondheim, and the next day I took the bus into town. I got there a few hours before the rest of my friends, who drove from Oslo to Trondheim, so Camilla and I just relaxed. She was writing a report for school and I just watched TV, and distracted her with chit chat (not on purpose, sorry). After a while we made supper, and finally the road trippers arrived.

The next day we spent mainly watching the Skiing World Championship on the telly, 'cause apparently we had brought the bad weather with us from Oslo. Later we went bowling, and I scored a staggering 102. Yeah! (Sarcasm.) Then we went back to Camilla's flat, made waffles and watched Megamind. Not the best animated movie I've seen, but decent entertainment.

Saturday the "southerners" wanted to go siteseeing, and as we were going to eat dinner at my parents', I decided to go there before the rest, to help my mum cook (although she didn't really need any help, it turned out). We ate some delicious lamb with mashed potatoes and boiled vegetables, as well as berries with hot vanilla sauce/custard for dessert. Afterwards we went to a debate at the student society of NTNU (the university in Trondheim), which although sounded a bit dull, was very entertaining (due to both participants being quite funny). Then we had a few drinks (and an incredible burger) at a bar called Lyche, and at about 2am we went home.

On Sunday morning we woke up with varying degrees of hang overs, but departed from Trondheim at 11am, none the less. We stopped by Espa, where they sell buns famous for being the best in the world (according to them), and were back in Oslo at 7pm.

I must admit, with me forgetting my ear phones for the bus ride to Trondheim, the car ride back to Oslo was slightly more comfortable, albeit being a bit more cramped, mainly due to good mates being in the vicinity. I wouldn't hesitate to go on a road trip with them again.

Now I'm just tired from the travelling and what not, even though I've had a whole day to recuperate (since my seminar today, Monday, was cancelled). I think I'll just go to sleep before I bore you any more. Night night.