On the rails / En las pistas

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A simple post from my iPad while traveling on the train from Oslo to Bergen, which we thought would be an adventure. I’ve spent more time changing settings and transferring photos than anything else. The flight on Norewegian Airlines from Malaga to Oslo was great, except for the uncomfortable seats and the 226 cm / 6’9” man sitting next to me who opened up even more than necessary and got used to part of my seat. San Geraldo rearranged “classic food dishes.” We don’t know what made them classics, but they were surprisingly delicious. SG hired a private driver to meet us at the airport. New fancy Tesla that didn’t know how to work. He had to pull off the road to discover the defogging system since we couldn’t see out the windshield. SG then explained it to him. So we were the slowest car on the road. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but SG said he was playing with his speed to get the best possible readings on the electric meters. He then took us to the wrong hotel and I had to use my gps to take us to the correct one. Although he didn’t listen. I told him to go straight and he would turn around instead. In total, the 40-minute trip took about an hour and a half. I was so proud of San Geraldo when he didn’t tip the guy. The driver didn’t seem surprised at all. There are more fun stories to share another time when I can use my laptop, now that I finally have my iPad set up for photo sharing and blogging! I have a cold, not Covid. Test day 5. My left arm hurts from that old hematoma after carrying bags yesterday, without the help of the driver. My sciatica hits me with an electric pain every time I cough, which thankfully isn’t often. Other than that, I’m happy as a clam because I’m in Norway, on my way to Bergen, and sitting next to San Geraldo.

Un simple post desde mi iPad mientras viajamos en el tren de Oslo a Bergen, que pensamos que sería una aventura. He pasado más tiempo cambiando la configuración y transfiriendo fotos que cualquier otra cosa. El vuelo en Norewegian Airlines desde Málaga a Oslo fue genial, excepto por los asientos incómodos y el hombre de 226 cm / 6’9” sentado a mi lado que se abrió aún más de lo necesario y se acostumbró a parte de mi asiento. San Geraldo reordenó “platos de comida clásicos”. No sabemos qué los hizo clásicos, pero fueron sorprendentemente deliciosos. SG contrató a un conductor privado para que nos encontrara en el aeropuerto. Nuevo Tesla elegante que no supo trabajar. Tuvo que salir de la carretera para descubrir el sistema de desempañado ya que no podíamos ver por el parabrisas. SG luego se lo explicó. Entonces, éramos el coche más lento de la carretera. No pude ver lo que estaba haciendo, pero SG dijo que estaba jugando con su velocidad para obtener las mejores lecturas posibles en los medidores eléctricos. Luego nos llevó al hotel equivocado y tuve que usar mi gps para llevarnos al correcto. Aunque no escuchó. Le dije que siguiera derecho y en su lugar daría la vuelta. En total, el viaje de 40 minutos tomó alrededor de una hora y media. Estaba tan orgulloso de San Geraldo cuando no le dio propina al tipo. El conductor no pareció sorprendido en absoluto. Ya hay más historias divertidas que compartiré en otro momento cuando pueda usar mi computadora portátil, ¡ahora que finalmente tengo mi iPad configurado para compartir fotos y bloguear! Tengo un resfriado, no Covid. Día 5 de prueba. Me duele el brazo izquierdo con hematoma después de cargar maletas ayer, sin ayuda del conductor. Mi ciática me golpea con un dolor eléctrico cada vez que toso, lo que afortunadamente no es frecuente. Aparte de eso, estoy tan feliz como una almeja porque estoy en Noruega, camino a Bergen, y sentado al lado de San Geraldo.

Oslo airport.
Aeropuerto de Oslo.
I’m 188 cm / 6’2” ( in gray). Thankfully, we had the exit row.
Mido 188 cm / 6’2″ (en gris). Afortunadamente, teníamos la fila de salida.
Classic meal plate.
Plato de comida clásico.
Dinner in Oslo.
La cena en Oslo.
San Geraldo needed to get smaller bills at the airport for the tip he didn’t end up giving. This is what he thought to buy!
San Geraldo necesitaba recibir billetes más pequeños en el aeropuerto por la propina que finalmente no dio. ¡Esto es lo que pensó comprar!
On the train.
En el tren.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

26 thoughts on “On the rails / En las pistas”

    1. Elin,
      I haven’t stopped thinking about it! There was a tv commercial this morning. I took a picture. Then there was an advertisement at Oslo Station. I took a picture of that, too!

  1. Glad you arrived, a couple of days to stretch and relax and you will feel better – promise. The two of you look so happy. I pre-ordered the classic meal boxes on Iceland Air, also very good even if I was unsure what half of it was.

    1. Bob:
      A taxi would have been cheaper and more pleasant. But the Tesla was comfortable… and plush. Although Elon Musk is still a jerk.

    1. Debra,
      I wouldn’t have tipped him either but SG can be too generous sometimes. And since he was paying I wouldn’t say anything. Our rule tends to be whoever is in charge at the moment does what he chooses. So I was surprised and pleased when he didn’t tip. There were 28 Snickers in that bag. Amazingly there are more than 10 remaining. And SG even gave 4 to a couple sitting a row away on the train.

    1. Frank,
      Off to an exhausting start, but still very happy. So good to be back in Bergen … for 9 nights.

    1. Mary,
      Cold is a bit better today. And we both slept really well. So happy to be here… in the rain.

    1. Judy C,
      The train ride became a little bit of a mess at the end. But we made it to Bergen. Bumped into one of Jerry’s cousins on the train. She was one her way back from her summer cabin — briefly. We’ll see her again I several days. That was fun.

  2. Oh, that poor giant! I feel sorry for anyone with legs trying to get comfortable in plane seats. That includes you, Scoot. I’m 5’6″, long legged, and too round in the middle. Flying can be hellacious, so I try not to do it anymore. That food looks yucky, so it probably was delicious. I won’t dwell on the driver, because, nightmares.
    You and SG get more, and more handsome as you season. Love the dinner in Oslo picture! I’d frame that sucker and put it on a wall 🙂 Have fun storming Norway!

    1. Deedles,
      I did empathize with the giant. However, if he sat up just a bit from his complete slouch, there was plenty of room for his legs without the manspreading and elbow poking. He wasn’t at all considerate and never even acknowledged my presence. The plane meal was SO good. I love our dinner picture, too. And we were exhausted and I was feeling like absolute crap.

    1. Jon,
      Aw, thanks! It’s a love fest… and a great place to be. We so love it here. Even with all the rain.

  3. By the smiles….the travel looks like a success. I wondered if they were your nice gems in jeans.

    1. Mistress Borghese,
      I’m still under the weather, Brit amazingly happy anyway. We love it here, and we love it even more together. Yeah, them’s be my nice gams.

    1. Walt the Fourth,
      Having breakfast in Bergen. One of my favorite cities. Vacation has truly begun.

    1. Urspo:
      Thanks. I love it and that’s a surprise given how awful I was feeling at that point.

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