This blog has been abandoned the last few weeks. Firstly due to a massive freelance job I had that was taking up every evening and secondly because of my long anticipated, very much needed Scandinavian adventure. We started in Copenhagen, then Oslo for the Oya Festival and then Gothenburg – all in the space of a week. I was concerned all that travelling about would be stressful but it helped to break up the days and made it feel like the holiday was much longer, who doesn’t want that on a jaunt away?
Copenhagen was lovely, had great shops but horrendous weather. En route to the Oslo ferry at Copenhagen docks we were planning on looking at The Mermaid, you know, the only thing anyone knows is in Copenhagen. First of all the boy suggested taking a shortcut which led to us being greeted by some military fort that was entirely cobbled meaning he had to carry both suitcases rather than roll them behind him. By the time we were back on smooth pavements he was incredibly grumpy from all the manual labour on holiday time. This was then amplified by the downpour which led to him being “piss wet through” and therefore unwilling to walk further than was needed to see a statue about some story he hadn’t read anyway.
Gothenburg was somewhere I’d spent a few weeks when I was 18. Due to being a poor student I didn’t really explore much the first time. On a second visit it proved itself a thoroughly nice place but without a huge amount to do. The highlight was undoubtedly when I managed to get us upgraded to a suite so it will always hold a special place in my heart.
Oslo was where it was really at. Everyone is so well dressed, the standard of living is amazeballs (yeah, I said amazeballs) and even though it’s a major city it’s not all London and stressful on your arse.
They also have the best building I’ve ever seen – the Oslo Opera House. Now I’m not into architecture, I went out with an architect in my early 20s and in my experience, architects are pompous bores. I love arty farty people generally and I am sure there are some delightful architects out there in society, I however have never met one. Anyway, I digress, the Oslo Opera House looks like the future and you can climb up it, it's amazing.
The purpose of our stop-off in Norway was the Oya Festival which proved itself to be marvellous. For instance, no-one was incredibly drunk and throwing cups of their own urine, something that puts me off all major British festivals. I got to see my favourite Norwegian singer, Sondre Lerche, perform twice on the one day and we discovered Norwegian rap. Something I was dubious about but now am finding myself mildly obsessed with. See below for a combination of the two.