It seems strange to be traveling south again after 3 weeks. To a place with double digit temperatures. To a place with trees. To a place where there is night. Where the sun does not rake across the landscape at such a shallow angle.
A flight into Tromso where our international flight turned into a domestic flight to Oslo. This involved getting off, collecting our luggage, walking in a circle through the Airport, checking the bags back in through security and getting back onto the same plane. Hmm.
It was a pleasure to spend a relaxing evening in Oslo doing not much.
