Trondheim

Trondheim is a town that has the right amount of sadness. It’s not full of unnecessarily happy neighbourhoods. It’s a town that seems like it’s lived in. My Airbnb hostess, Wenche and I had great conversations about the church, Christianity, Norway and solo travel.

I had biked to Kristiansund yesterday. Right before Kristiansund, there’s a part where bikes aren’t allowed in a tunnel. So every biker has to take a bus. At that bus stop, I met Chris from Switzerland, we joked that drivers in this bus route must be frustrated with all the cyclists they have to accommodate; But our bus driver turned out to he super friendly. I took the next ferry out of Kristiansund to Trondheim. There is a bike route that goes to Trondheim, but I wanted to be done with this leg of the journey.

One thing about Norway; I haven’t seen any Doner shops. There are a lot of kebab shops, but no Doner kebab, which is practically a staple on Germany. And all french fries come drizzled with some sort of spice that tastes like store bought taste enhancer. I can’t recommend the kebab scene in Norway. But, the kebab shops have the unique ability to make one comfortably sit and eat alone; that’s why I go there when I am not eating sitting next to a gas station or a grocery store. Almost all of the them have that pick-up-food-after-work charm, that I enjoy; true establishments supporting the working-class.

On another random note, Police sirens in Norway are significantly higher pitch and Doppler effect makes it worse. I think German police sirens are slightly easier on the ears.

I went to a weaponry museum today and spotted a toy gun my grandfather gifted me; I instantly recognised it from the muzzle. Turns out, it was a toy Thompson Submachine gun.

While on my walk, I also saw a two scooters parked outside of a hotel with Italian license plate. I must say, I did not expect scooter touring, specially on Norwegian terrain.

Good Night!

Trondheim, Norway