Bergen is the second largest city in Norway and my chance to see a bit of the west coast. The Montana hostel there has stunning views over the city from its location on Mount Ulriken.
I encountered a senior hosteller there who looked in his 60s or 70s but fit as a fiddle. He was the oldest person I'd seen in a hostel so far and it planted the idea in my mind that age need not be a barrier to backpacking.
In the evening I joined a group of hostellers to await the sunset over the harbour.
And this is what we eventually were privileged to see.
Only an afterglow left.
The next day I explored the harbour which dates from the 11th century.
Grieg was born in Bergen and his home Trouldhaugen is a museum. Unfortunately it's some ways out of Bergen, so I had to leave it for another year, perhaps.
This fountain is in a lake near Byparken.
I encountered a senior hosteller there who looked in his 60s or 70s but fit as a fiddle. He was the oldest person I'd seen in a hostel so far and it planted the idea in my mind that age need not be a barrier to backpacking.
In the evening I joined a group of hostellers to await the sunset over the harbour.
And this is what we eventually were privileged to see.
Only an afterglow left.
The next day I explored the harbour which dates from the 11th century.
Grieg was born in Bergen and his home Trouldhaugen is a museum. Unfortunately it's some ways out of Bergen, so I had to leave it for another year, perhaps.
This fountain is in a lake near Byparken.
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