It’s a bit early in the day for an update, but we’ve got a long way to go today, most of it by bus. And blogging from a bus might lead to puking in a fjord.
We took the sleeper from Oslo to Trondheim last night. And what a sleeper it was. Two-person berths, hot running water, even a duvet . We’d gladly have stayed on it for a week but we did get an extra two hours on it. Yes – another delay on a sleeper. Two hours this time due to buckled rails outside Oslo.
This creates another potential meltdown situation. The train from Trondheim north would wait for us, but what about the bus north from Trondheim to Narvik, which itself had to catch a ferry across a fjord. Would that wait?
But Train One spoke to Train Two which spoke to the bus operator and between them they have sorted it out. We are now it seems On Time Again. Fellow Britons, this is what an Integrated Transport System looks like.
A few minutes ago we passed into the Arctic Circle. For hours now we’ve been passing beautiful pine forests and dark saga-strewn fjords. I just saw a waterfall which fell into the sea from above the cloud line.
But it’s getting harder, this. The last time we got out of a station and into a town was in Brussels. In Oslo a very old friend from school days contacted me on Facebook to say she lived in Oslo and how nice it would have been to meet up. I looked across the water from the train and thought how yes, that would have been very nice.
We’re on a mission though. The petty annoyances and occasional boredom of any long trip can’t obscure what we’re trying to do.
And, for pity’s sake, I’m in the Arctic. I’m seeing landscapes from stories, and I’m far far further north than I have ever been before.
All being well we will sleep in Narvik tonight, with its own echoes of British naval failures and the War. The temperature has dropped to 10 degrees and, while England melts, there’s drizzle in the air and a mist to obscure the trolls in the forests.