I think it is possible to go to the wrong place at the wrong time, or for the stars not to align the way you want. That was what happened during Hank and my first trip to Oslo. It’s not that we didn’t enjoy being there, we were more than happy just to be abroad. But it was not one of our favorite places nor somewhere we expected to return. However, with the technique we use, we kind of just go where the plane takes us on the cheapest flight, and in the case of our next trip that place was Oslo.
Our first time to Oslo was the third leg of our journey, after Stockholm and Bergen. We took the train (which was a trip highlight) from Bergen to Oslo. Once in Oslo we made our way to a drab hotel and took off walking. Maybe it was because it was right after New Years, or maybe the cold drives out the people, regardless, even the main thoroughfare’s, rife with shops and restaurants, were inexplicably empty. Further (and not wholly unexpected), the food was expensive. Really expensive. In hindsight, we didn’t stray too far from the main tourist area, which could explain the prices, but we didn’t realize that at the time. We saw some cool sights, but nothing really drew us in to want more and we left Oslo for Amsterdam a few days later excited to move on to our next city.
Fate finds its way into everything, and our next trip to Europe was no exception. The cheapest flight options found us, once again, in Oslo. We figured at least we could fight off of jet lag and maybe see something we hadn’t seen before. A hotel makes a big impression, and the difference between this and the last was staggering. Off the heavily footed tourist trails and into a residential community we wandered, a choice we would not soon regret as we found ourselves gazing upon a beautiful sunset right over the water. Oslo being so far north causes a seemingly endless sunset. In and out of buildings we wove, always returning to this stunning sight. This new part of the city, combined with the setting sun, made it feel so much different than before. The next day we continued this trend, wandering through another new area and stumbling on a great, surprisingly affordable meal. It’s funny, sometimes, how traveling works, and on a previous journey we found a love for Edvard Munch. This revelation came after our last trip to Oslo, and, while going over city highlights; we quickly made the Munch Museum our focal point. The day was different and we followed it the same, popping into another museum, having a several cups of coffee, and enjoying the time we had.
A city is so much more than just the two days you spend there. As a tourist it is easy to just hit the main points but when you do that you miss so much else. There is always more to see, wherever you go, often it is just a matter of giving it a second chance and finding the beauty you missed before.