And Travels...

'Whitney. Get up. Now. Whitney!' What could he possibly want? It was so early and the bed was so comfortable...

The camera was gone. Not just any camera, my Mother's camcorder. The one she hand-wrote instructions for and personally packed. Charge it every night, like we did while we were in Alaska. Jeff, this camcorder and Whitney are precious cargo. Here we were, thousands of miles from home, after we swore allegiance to my mother to protect her camcorder through rain or snow, through sickness and in health, as long as our trip lasted. We failed on the second day. Jeff was devastated. The five-hundred-dollar camcorder had been his responsibility, while the twenty-pound-Olympia was mine. Needless to say, the Olympia never left my neck during the remainder of the trip, which probably could explain these terrible neck pains I've been having since we returned. Hmm.

I guess there is another thing I should mention before I continue on. I am a slave-driver. Not always, only in rare occasions where I only have a month to travel twelve countries. Waking up at 4am to catch a train, force marching twenty miles without eating or visiting three cities in one day is child's play when it comes to me getting to see everything and I do not like to settle for less.

On that note, the Lord and I were repacked, bundled and at the train station before 7am. Here's another awesome fact about Norway, the sun does not come up until 10am either. So, yes. The sun only shines between the long hours of 10am and 3pm.

After purchasing our tickets and stowing parts of our luggage in the train station's lockers, we boarded our train. Our destination was the Lord's real reason he came on this trip, the fjords. When we did our planning, he had only one request: to travel to somewhere in Scandinavia and visit the fjords (okay, that was two, sorry). Not only were we in Scandinavia, but we were taking a train across the country to the fjords, and...


we got to experience all the land of Norway had to offer.