The Drive Home
We took a different road back to Oslo that evening - the speed limit was even lower but there was less construction and traffic. We stopped once, lured by the promise of coffee and drove over a huge modern bridge and through an unpopulated farm complex with weird plastered animal skulls mounted to a barn.
Of course coffee wasn't available because we arrived outside of their 3 hour window of open hours.
That evening, my last in Norway, we went out to eat dinner. We spent quite a bit of time wandered up and down streets looking for a slovakian place without success and when it came time to choose something else, our group was so indecisive it was past 9pm and most of the restaurants were closed.
Fortunately we found a small place with $30 cheeseburgers and we chatted and ate until nearly 11pm. Emeliano told us an interesting story about a scientist in Italy with a unquenchable enthusiasm for butterflies and women while we enjoyed ass on tap.
Truly a wonderful place, Norway.
