It was so refreshing waking up in a place with different rooms and where you could have breakfast at whatever time you wanted and not have to think about looking presentable. Well trying to look presentable. However, as we still needed to check out and reclaim our skis we had to head back across the water to Aalesund. We had thought this would be simple and we left our new apartment knowing it was protected by a politimann.
Yes really, the man who owns the flat (and lives above us) is a policeman so there goes any ideas of having parties. Although, we do face other obstacles to having a party, that would actually have other people there apart from us and some party food. We only know a small amount of people and all of whom would have to get a boat, and a few buses, just to get to our house (as we found out when we were invited to a party on the other island). This makes the whole notion of a party seems to require a lot more thought and effort than in the UK. We also didn’t make it to the party we were invited to as we were told at about ten in the evening, as Norwegians don’t party or go out until really late, and we had no alcohol to take, or anything for the host, which is considered very bad form in Norway. It is probably the best way to never be invited to somebody’s house again. Next time we are going to keep a stock of drink, just in case ,as you can only buy alcohol from certain shops, within certain times. You cannot buy it after four on a Saturday or at all on a Sunday. It certainly would be hard to be an alcoholic here!
We certainly felt like a drink after our journey back to Aalesund. Not only did we just make it onto the ferry thanks to speeding up a little bit, but once we got to the other side we were subsequently run off the road by a car that pulled out without looking. Turns out that stupid drivers are a global phenomenon. Thankfully, the speed limit is a lot lower in Norway and we were forced into a well positioned lay by and not the barriers. Meaning our Beetle has not been turned into a crushed Beetle. I am also glad to report that the Beetle’s horn, and brakes, are in fine working order and that we did then arrive at the hotel in one piece. Much to the delight of the receptionist, I am sure, as we were then able to pay our bill and check out.
It was then time to locate my prized possessions that had been left with one of Luke’s colleagues. It was of course time to be re-acquainted with my old friends Mrs Marmite, Mrs Peanut Butter, Mrs Creme Egg, Mrs Heinz and Mrs Jammy Dodgers. Everything you need for a balanced diet!
I haven’t been able to try any just yet as we stopped for lunch before heading back and I got my first taste of Fiskesuppe. It was absolutely gorgeous, if you like fish, and thankfully I certainly do (if you are interested in making your own, which I will be doing soon, then I have found some great ones here) .
We then headed back to our new island with no further incident so we were able to just enjoy the views.
I was then able to make my own coffee in an actual kitchen. It still feels like a novelty but this might wear off when I have to start cleaning again. Maybe I can find a Norwegian tradition or rule which states that only males clean?