Getting on the ship

Breakfast at the Thon Bristol was extremely good although neither tried the brown Norwegian cheese. Each had tried it many years ago and didn’t like it, retried a few years ago in sophisticated maturity (like the cheese?) and still didn’t like it so didn’t try this time. The sweet herrings and the mustard herrings were both excellent, which cheered TSH up after his struggle to shave in a basin with no plug (the bathroom was otherwise, modern, pleasant and functional).

A morning walk before embarkation around the harbour allowed time to see the new development of stylish apartments and museums which look like they have been built on reclaimed land. There were hooded crows and black headed gulls as well as mallards there.

The 15 minute taxi ride from hotel to port cost over £20!!

The Silver Cloud sailed out of the Oslo fjord in dry but cold misty weather.  TSH and Diva have been greeted by name by crew who have met them before and did not need to provide names or numbers for the safety drill as the person on the door knew them. This is what a second home is like. But the travel alarms have both got flat batteries – not good for control freaks.

Other characters have asked to feature in this blog. TSH has two grown up children. Bird Lady is married to Bat Man and their 6-month old child is Dinosaur. Techie Nerd is planning to marry Cake Lady during 2015. The names might provide clues to some of the regular themes of the blog.

Oslo

TSH and Diva have arrived in Oslo to await the departure of their next Silversea cruise. Two large suitcases, one small(er) and two pieces of carry-on are essential for such an expedition. During the packing process, Diva had to swap an evening top.She had carefully rolled (to prevent creases) a batch of clothes together and then stood on it, breaking a delicate Mother of Pearl button. Bring back plastic! This is going to mean new buttons and a trip to the wonderful local lady who does alterations. Replacing buttons is definitely an alteration.

Bacon butties in the airport lounge in Manchester and an excellent chicken sandwich on the SAS flight.

The flight was enlivened by a large group of men from Cumbria who seemed to have indulged at the airport. Their ages were such that they should have known better than to be quite so noisy. TSH recognised the accents immediately, as he comes from there himself. But normally Cumbrians are known for not speaking much (except for Cumbrian grunts) and maybe this lot should have stayed true to type.  They were overheard asking one young Asian woman: 'Are you Chinese? Do you know Kung Fu?' Embarrassment all round.  Fortunately she was polite and seemed not to take his stereotyping to heart.

Airport to hotel was by airport bus, which stopped only 100 yards from the hotel.

Oslo is a grand but walkable city and an hour or so was enough to see the Royal Palace, University, National Theatre, Town Hall, Parliament, Cathedral and Central Station.

Dinner was pizza, no booze and cost over £40 at a street cafe. Only eclipsed by £8 on two small bottles of water from a kiosk. Roll-on the all-inclusive cruise!!