The Trip Home

I was meant to get a flight home from Copenhagen on Sunday night, arriving in Lulea three hours later. A small volcano saw to it that this was not to be. Stranded in Copenhagen with no idea how long the planes would not be running, Craig and I decided to take the scenic route home.

At 1pm on Monday we set off from Copenhagen railway station for Oslo.

Ready to set off.

We arrived in Olso that night, cooked a kilo of pasta and got some good rest.

With a day to kill in Oslo, we hit up the natural history museum (full of 6 year-old kids), the viking ship museum (They had three viking ships from the 800's) and the Fram museum (A arctic explorer ship from 1900 that went the furthest north a ship had ever gone, and then took the Norwegian explorers to the south pole to be the first people ever to reach it). I have decided that Norwegian explorers are both awesome and crazy, I have to learn more about them.

The Natural History Museum.

Viking Ships.

Onboard the Fram.

At 11pm, we were ready to get on our bus to Stockholm:

A night of no sleep meant that by Stockholm we were a bit tired, but we only had a couple of hours before we were getting on a train to Sunsvall.

Coffee!

Unusually for Scandinavia, the train was half an hour late which meant we missed our connecting bus to Lulea. Luckily, we were assured that there was a replacement bus waiting just outside the bus station. There wasn't, but after an hour we did get on a bus to Lulea. Unfortunately for us, the bus driver decided he couldn't go any further than Umea (about half way to Lulea) so we were stuck waiting for yet another bus there. By this point, Craig just wanted to be home:

He's from New York.

After 2 hours wait, we were on a bus again. 24 hours after leaving Oslo, we were home.

Lulea!

I'm never leaving again.