Today I moved from the Marken Gjestehus onto a coastal steamer that would cruise me to Trondheim in two nights. The boat hit some tremendous waves, or was it just me and the alcohol?
“That’s that guy from Letmestayforaday.com,” I heard a woman’s voice say in my dorm room. I was awake but pretended I was sleeping. The lady was telling her companion about my project.
“He has this website where everybody can offer him free accommodation.”
They dropped their luggage and left the dorm room they would stay in the coming night.
After this pleasing wake up call I took a shower and got dressed. On the hallway I bumped into another receptionist. “Mr. Ramon? Unfortunately your breakfast has not been delivered to day by our catering company. Would it be okay if I’d give you 50 Kroner so you can buy yourself some breakfast from the supermarket?”
No problem! In the supermarket I bought myself bread, noodles and a shrimp salad which I prepared in the hostel kitchen and ate it with fresh coffee in the TV lounge as the clock ticked noon.
After 1pm I walked through the centre of Bergen, along the fish market and the wooden houses towards the Visitbergen.com-tourist board offices, where Siri offered me to use one of their computers.
Within 5 minutes, the weather changed from summer hot into autumn with heavy rainfall. It felt like somebody was hammering on my head!
At her office, Siri treated me with coffee and logged me on to a computer with internet. I didn’t get to writing any report, I communicated with my sponsors, my backup team and friends and even had an interview with an American radio show by phone.
With my Norwegian leg of my journey ending within a few weeks, it got time to prepare myself again for another country to visit.
The news is out right now and I’ll be heading for South Africa on September 30!
After 5pm when the office was almost completely dark, Siri and I took off. Just outside the building the coach to the coastal steamer was standing ready for me.
I thanked Siri for everything: taking me out, being there as my tourist hostess, dinners, etcetera.
I almost dumped her into the trunk of the bus if I could, but then Bergen wouldn’t have its own Bridget Jones anymore.
The bus took me to the coastal steamer of Hurtigruten, passing various hotels and driving mostly people around with some 50 years of age differences.
Once on the boat, I checked in, by just giving my name. “Oh, is that you? The guy who gets everything for free?”
Oh hello, what an entrance.
I got myself a 4 bed cabin on the second floor of the 7 floors steamer and I was very impressed.
It was just 6pm and dinner would be served in the dining room at 8, so I walked around exploring the boat and all the different floors and even had a little nap.
The dinner was a buffet, so everybody could just pick whatever he wanted and that was quite enjoyable. Caviar is salty! Ha!
After dinner, around 10pm, I felt like going to bed and do some writing, but because someway I couldn’t write and eventually couldn’t sleep either.
As I lay in my bed, I figured out that this wouldn’t work out. I felt my body being pulled into the mattress and lifted back up again. With my Dutch belly filled with the luxuries of the buffet, I already saw myself on my knees in front of my cabin’s toilet within one hour.
To prevent this I got dressed again and settled in the bar on the 4th floor with a book and a vodka-coke ordered on my cabin number (I didn’t care about the result of that bill, I was in the desperate state that I could really use one).
I listened to these over romantic dance classics which could never have been successful without the existence of cruise boats and 50 years older people moving slowly on them, on a little dancefloor.
It was around one in the night and it was a few mixed drinks later that I stumbled back to my cabin, not recognizing anymore if it was the ship or me hitting the waves.
Good night humble boat,
Ramon.
