don_hoodventures

Chapter 1: Where, Why, How

“Where could I go where there is a potential to have an epic adventure!?”

When I go on holiday for weeks, that is my main thought when choosing where I will travel. I do an ungodly amount of research before deciding. My top three options were Finland, Sweden, and Norway. I did not see any significant sites that drew my attention to Sweden and Finland though I have not visited either of the two countries. My last journey in Norway was epic. I flew into Oslo, Norway from London. Took a train from Oslo to Myrdal, Norway. Then used various forms of transportation to get to Bergen, Norway. A bus, train, bike, hike, hitchhike, and a ferry. I chose to start off the same way with more of a rush to get to Bergen. When I was in Bergen, Norway, a random guy advised me to continue my adventure by going north. He also said the weather was colder up north…and I was not prepared for that. Lol. With my one backpack and tote bag, I only packed what I needed to get to Bergen.

This was my first backpacking trip where I was not solo. Lol. Backpacking is one of the most peaceful things that I do. From Bruce Lee, I learned to be like water, letting the journey change me. I had no idea how I could do that with that one companion. For this holiday, I joined up with Crystal, better known as Crystal Pistol. So, on this post, I will call her CP for short.

While researching if I would visit Norway again, I pondered on which prime location I could aim to travel to that would be different from my last trip. I remembered there was an Allstate commercial filmed somewhere north of Bergen on Ona Island. The point of the commercial was to show a man on this island that is so small that he does not need to drive much, and because he does not drive much, his insurance is cheaper. The drive from Bergen to Ona Island seemed to be just under ten hours which included around four ferries…. interesting. That was it. I was sold! I would rent a car for the first time there and drive, drive, drive. Next, I went down a rabbit hole online looking up any iconic must-see locations north of Bergen. I started following quite a few people on IG who live in and have traveled to Norway. Once I found a place I would love to at least pass through, I pinned the location on my google map. I never make it to every place I pin. This is how I create my skeleton plan. I also spoke to a hand full of people who have traveled and lived in Norway to get any helpful advice. The more I planned, the more I saw that a grand adventure was possible.

2001 was the year Coldplay’s music video “Trouble” debuted in America. That was around the first time I heard of the band. I do not know if the video played during one of the Beavis and Butthead cut scenes or was just played on MTV’s music video count downs, but I remember being in grandmother’s room at night watching it in awe. The song was humbling, and the visuals were unique. I instantly connected with the song and soon after connecting with the entire album that included “Trouble.” Coldplay was the first alternative music group that I listened to and loved. I remember buying their CD, “A Rush of Blood to the Head,” during my sophomore year of college. Ha-ha! I do not think anyone cared as I blasted Coldplay in my car as I drove around the campus. But I felt a little odd, knowing that just a few years back, all I was listening to was Rap and R&B. Coldplay opened my mind up to a whole new brand of music. Coldplay’s song “Amsterdam” became my favorite song to listen to when I felt sad and emotional. So of course, I always wanted to see them perform. I passed up the opportunity to see them in concert for years, often wondering how long they will be at it. So, around May 2022, I purchased tickets to see Coldplay in Scotland, UK on August 24^th, 2022. In my hast to purchase the ticket, I foolishly thought Scotland was much closer to London. Smh.

So that was it! Fly to London, get a train from London to Scotland, fly from Scotland to Oslo, take the train to Myrdal, make way to Bergen, rent a car, drive to Una Island with no rush, stopping at any beautiful spot en route, and go further north of Una Island if possible. Afterwards, head back to Bergan, fly from there to London, then back home to Houston, Texas. Easy! Lol

So…, I booked our flight to London, our train to Scotland, and CP booked an Airbnb in Scotland. That was enough to start.

Next, the dreadful packing. This is my most stressful part of travelling, even more dreadful convincing and showing someone else that they only need a backpack. One day I will add a post on just packing. When you backpack, you only have room for what you need. I also know that I have to leave room for some unexpected items that have to be there. My last trip before this one was Switzerland. I went on many hikes, including a six-hour hike that turned into a twelve-hour hike. On that hike, I broke both of my hiking sticks, fell, and almost slid down a mountain because my shoes had no grip, and many other problems. I have learned that quality definitely matters. I needed to buy what I needed no matter the price.

Chapter 2: Take off/Lost phone

We left Houston en route to London August 22, 2022. Our train to Scotland was later in the evening of the same day we arrived in London. CP and I have both visited London a few times, but never together. We had no interest in seeing any particular spots, so we walked around a bit…a bit too long, so long that we had to run to the train station. Lol. We arrived at our train just one damn minute after it departed. There was no reason to fuss…the train was gone! So, we rushed to the service desk and……this was a whole event. The first person we spoke to was a black Nigerian woman. I love Nigerian people; the highest percent of my genes are Nigerian. So, I know how some can act. After explaining to her what just happened, she kept asking us why we missed the train. With an attitude, like we were her kids. She was really confused. I did not find it necessary to tell her how we were enjoying ourselves at a park eating near a pond. I was frustrated because we missed the train, and only wanted to find a plan B. The service desk attendant was more concerned about our story than helping us get another train. So, I asked to speak to someone else. Some other guy came, and I gave him our itinerary. The second guy knew less than the first rep…so my blood pressure really started to increase. I saw a noticeably confident representative at the far left of the customer service booth finished with his customer. I quickly went over to him in desperation, calmly explaining the whole story. My blood pressure slowly started to decrease when he explained to me my situation and my options. He first told me that I did not buy a train ticket, I purchased a place holder, so I was supposed to buy the ticket from the place holder when I arrived. The place holder was only about $10 a person. The total $20 I spent for the four ½ hour train ride did seem odd. We purchased tickets for the next train that day for about $150 a piece. The train was to depart about two hours after we purchased the tickets. Without delay, we rushed over to the station where our train would be. We arrived early so we got a little food at this Californian burrito spot. It was like a cheap Chipotle. Unlike Papa John’s, they had the worst ingredients. We sat to finally relax, eat slowly, and people-watch until our train arrived.

We found a great seat on the train and exhaled because we were finally on our way. With little sleep in between our connections, we both tried to sleep a bit. Around two hours into the train ride I started looking for my phone. I looked at my Samsung watch and the picture that showed it was not connected to my phone. WTF! My Bluetooth was on. I woke CP up and we both looked through all of our belongings thoroughly, no luck. Less than a month before this trip I upgraded my phone to the best Samsung out and purchased a drone. Besides needing my phone to operate the drone, I needed my phone for so many reasons: navigation, pictures, calls. It is like my think tank hub. CP let me use her phone to track my phone. It still was at the train station. So, without much forethought, CP kindly let me use her phone to continue tracking my phone as I quickly got off the train at the next stop. I tried to suppress the thoughts of my phone being stolen, me having to pay for another ticket back, then having to pay for another ticket back to Scotland. I purchased a ticket back to London and jumped on the next train back. While on the train, I was googling the train stations lost and found and the horrible burrito place I grabbed food from. Both places were closed. I knew the night would be long, but it was necessary to stay optimistic since I already started this journey back…and I really needed my phone!

Once I arrived at the train station, I revisited all of the areas I walked or sat while I was there. No luck. I spoke with many of the workers about the lost and found, and I was directed to two locations. One location was closed and the other was a dead end. After about an hour of searching, I realized that I was just going to have to wait until the next morning when the stores open to resume my search. The lost and found was to open after the first train to Scotland. I have had long layovers and I was in my favorite city…I refreshed my perspective and figured I would be fine. I wondered if CP was ok and if she made it to the Airbnb, but I had no way of knowing. I sent the Airbnb owner a message via CP’s phone but did not receive a reply. I found the most comfortable seat to try to sleep, but it was uncomfortable. The lights were very bright and there were people everywhere…. I could not sleep. Around two AM, the train station staff told everyone needed to exit the station until it reopened. Here we go. So, there I was, a bum walking around the streets of London looking for a safe place to rest…somewhere well-lit with trustworthy people around. I overheard someone talking about another station that is open 24 hours, but foolishly did not ask where it was. This was a very boring and uneventful night. I was tired, delirious, and I had no idea how I could make the most of this night. I wanted the night to go by as fast as possible, which in turn, made the night go by at sloth’s speed. I only walked about five blocks when I saw a decent group of people sitting and lying down just outside of a train station. I found a spot to sit down for about an hour but did not feel comfortable enough to sleep. As I sat there, I saw many people heading in this one direction. With nothing else to do, I followed one person heading that direction to see what it led to. After a brief walk, I noticed that this random person walked inside of a train station. YES! I went inside and there were not many people inside, but just enough to take up most of the seats. I found one seat in between two guys where I sat, charged CP’s phone just in case she calls and to keep track of my phone. Looking at the phone tracker every few mins, it seemed that my phone did not move all night. That gave me hope. Before I attempted to sleep, I purchased a train ticket that departed about 2hrs after the lost and found opened. I was thinking, if I did not find it, I will still HAVE TO make it to the Coldplay concert. I received a message from CP’s Airbnb host that she made it ok…I felt good…but very physically uncomfortable.

I left the train station with enough time to be at the station’s lost and found just before it opened. I was not stressed because I strongly believed that I was going to find my phone. I had to. Once the station opened, I went straight to the lost and found. Sadly, they opened an hour after the station opened. So, I had to wait some more. Then once it was time for the lost and found to be open, it did not open. I asked around about another time that the shop may open. Turned out they were just late. The person who operated the lost and found came about 45 minutes late. I was pissed, but I had to be nice in order to get the best help. I was informed that there were two parts to that store. And the guy who opened it did not operate the lost and found part. This store was so small. I told the guy, even though he did not operate the lost and found, if I call my phone and it rings, he could easily give me my phone. I called my phone, and a guy picked it up. He told me I left my phone in the Californian burrito place. Time slowed down for a bit as an overwhelming amount of dopamine rushed through my body.

The concert was later that evening, so I had time! I wanted to be one of the first people to get inside the stadium. I purchased standing tickets so I could be as close as possible to the band. I was the first person in line to board the train. I kept both phones charged knowing that CP would find a way to contact me.

When CP and I separated, CP had her own adventure. This was her story from her perspective:

Upon realization that Donald’s cell phone sat patiently in the train station, I proceeded onward to Scotland for the remaining two hours while he backtracked three hours to London. I offered my phone so that he could track his. Both of us were thinking (but clearly not thinking) that there would be no point returning to salvage it if the signal disappeared into the sticky hands of a thief. He hesitated about me not having a phone, but I assured him I was going straight to bed and did not need the distraction of scrolling social media. He dove onto the platform crossing over while I dove into what felt like a drug induced nap only awaking at the end of the line – my destination.

Fortunately, the one thing I did do before handing over, what I would soon realize was my lifeline, was to write down the address of the Airbnb that was expecting us. I was so accustomed to having a digital map at my fingertips. Grasping a shredded newspaper with an address scribbled across an unrecognizable British ad, I got off the train and dug into my bag for my phone to map the directions. I quickly remembered that I volunteered my phone to Donald as if I knew where, and how to get to where I was going. Face palm. Luckily, this was not my first time strolling solo and lost in another country. “I got this,” I told myself, confident that I did. I can navigate the unknown.

It was dark, and I was tired, but knew I had to break out of my introverted mindset to get to where I was going. Boldly approaching strangers and counting on their kindness once again paid off with lots of pointing down lit streets and suggestions on which trains to transfer to in order to avoid the outrageous black cab prices. As I walked, I wondered how much my American accent and potential desperate facial expression factored into the eagerness to help, but it did not matter. I was appreciative. After several impromptu encounters with nice pedestrians with suggestions of the quickest train transfers, I came to the realization that this Airbnb’s advertised charm was so because it was in the countryside. Meaning outside of Scotland proper. I did not read the fine print below the picturesque views. And here I am with no phone, only a backpack longer than my torso and the optimism that Don would find the Airbnb before sunup.

As I sat waiting for the train, a cold draft blew through. My eyes were dry trying to remain alert of my surroundings. None of my family and friends would like this situation I am in, but I felt safe. The station was lit and populated. The ginger haired gentleman next to me mentioned that the next train was an hour and the next one that I needed was another half an hour more. I was already late for check-in. Would the host even be awake to let me in? Did she cancel my reservation? All these thoughts and more flooded my already overly anxious mind. Self-soothing kicked in. Wherever I was going, it would be fine. 

On one of my rides a passenger let me use his phone so I could message the host. She was not sure I was coming but after seeing my email, she said she would leave instructions for self-check in. Phew. After two trains and a regular cab that fortunately took credit cards and was right outside the station, I was dropped off at the AirBnb door. It was pitch black, definitely a multi-acre farmland. I opened a large heavy door that had a paper with my name on it. The door led immediately stairs. I flipped the switched and for once smiled to myself, happy that I did not have a large roller bag to lug up the stairs even as much as I complained to Donald about fitting three weeks of “necessities” in a backpack. I got to the top and was not sure if I was alone as I passed a kitchen, grabbed a banana, and then walked past several locked doors. Wait, was this a multi-unit or multi building. I tiptoed to the bedroom with the light on assuming it was mine and would be empty. After a long-awaited shower, I collapsed into bed, my racing thoughts mere lullabies talking me to sleep. 

I rolled over to an empty bed. I looked around me taking in my surroundings. The room was cute, decorated like a cottage attic, handmade looking quilts, human sized doll-looking furniture. I heard voices at the window, so I leaped to my feet hoping it was Donald exiting a cab. The voices were American but not his. Mild but manageable panic trickled over me. We had dated for a few months now but thanks to modern technology and my reliance on its crippling convenience, I had not memorized his phone number. I attempted to email and text message from my Apple watch that he had recently gifted me to no avail. My phone was out of proximity, and naturally the charger was in his backpack. Did he make it back to London? Did he find his phone? How would I find him? Where did he sleep? This was the adventure he said was bound to happen but what an uncertain start!

I checked out and stood outside the cottage looking at the collection of rooms facing rolling bales of hay. I could not remember how I had made it there, let alone what I should do next. The host, preparing to tend to her farm, came out to notify me Don had messaged her that he would not make it, which of course I knew by then. She said I should leave warning if I did not, I would probably never reunite with him and scolded me for separating. Was she right? Tears began to well up in my eyes. I was prepared for an adventure but not alone, not out in the middle of rolling green pastures with no means of communication. But staying stagnant was not an option. Make moves, Crystal! 

The host encouraged me to go to Scotland proper to a town where Wi-Fi and restaurants were plentiful. I was torn. I knew that Don knew where I was. Would venturing to the city, without a phone make a reunion more unlikely? As he and my mom always said…FUCK IT! She offered to call me a cab, which in line with the randomness of the trip thus far, upon arrival did not accept credit cards. Credit cards were my only means of currency on me until after the concert where we were meant to go to the airport to exchange. Again, the kindness of strangers. The driver said it would be his good karma for the day dropping me off at the nearest train which he did. I was beyond grateful pleading to get his Venmo, cash app, any way to repay which he adamantly refused after giving me a tongue lashing about not carrying enough cash (my dad’s voice ringing in my head always reminding me to do so.)

While waiting for the train, drowning in my thoughts, I met an elderly lady visiting from Canada who showed off the tattoo she had gotten with her daughter the day prior. Large and colorful images etched in her thin, wrinkled skin. Impressed by her spontaneity, and attitude about seeing all she can in her time left, we struck up a conversation. I was happy to get out of my head and engage. I told her about my visit thus far. She was equally in awe that I had the audacity to voluntarily part from my travel partner so asked to sit with me during her short commute to hear more about the remainder of our plans. Did we even have one? This definitely was not part of the plan, but I indulged her in our skeleton itinerary. After two stops, she departed and wished me luck in finding Don, encouraging me to continue to be bold. Little did I know that would be the theme of the trip.

Jumping off the train I felt already felt more grounded being around…well, stuff. Back in a city, I got this! First things first, I had to eat. I found a fast-food chain to get a quick bite then walked to think. I looked at my watch, 10% battery left. Switching into my consulting problem solving mode, I needed to call a long-distance number. And just before tapping the shoulder of yet another pedestrian to borrow their phone, I saw a hotel. Of course. I walked confidently into the lobby and requested a phone. Surely, they were used to guests needing to dial out. They were, so I did. I only had a bit of watch juice to find Don’s number so did not bother scrolling. I called my number and hoped that he had kept my phone charged even if he had found his. But how? He had an Android so did he even have an iPhone charger? Calming my overactive mind that could so easily spiral into what if’s…I dialed.

He answered, and his voice sounded normal and unfazed. Warmth rose into my chest as relief swept over me. We would not be estranged. I would not have to search for him at the airport before our flight to Oslo. Or just head back to the US, chalking up the trip completely (which admittedly would have been extreme). We would make the Coldplay concert…together. “Meet me at the Apple store,” I blurted out when I heard his voice. Comforted by the soothing familiarity, I suddenly felt the rest of the trip would be a cake walk because whatever happened we would be together. “Ok, I’ll be off the train soon, see you there,” he casually commented. And just like that, day two of our three-week trip commenced. Little did I know, there was more adventure ahead.

CP got my phone number off her watch and called me. I met up with CP just outside of the Apple store. I saw all of the anxiety and stress dissipate from her as we caught up. We gave each other a quick recap of what transpired after we separated. I would not go on these ever so changing adventures with someone who I did not think was smart and adaptable. So, I was not surprised that we were able to reconnect. I was surprised when she told me her last case scenario was to meet me in the train station and miss the concert. Lmao! I told her there was no way in the fuck we were going to miss the concert.

Chapter 3: Coldplay

I reread the emailed tickets and it informed us that we had to print out the tickets. Wtf? So, we had two tasks to complete before we headed to the concert. First, find a place to print out the tickets and then find a place to store our bags while we were at the concert. I googled and found a place a few minutes away that stored bags. It was a small sketchy convenient store, but we did not have another choice and they had good reviews. I asked the storekeeper as many questions as I could to make sure our bags would be safe, and we could come back late the same day after the concert to retrieve our bags. If they closed before we were able to pick the bag up or if they steal our bags, we would be completely fucked. So many of my adventures involved trusting others…but I had to because I had limited options and was in a foreign land. Next, we had to find somewhere to print out the tickets. There were no FedEx/Kinko’s. But we looked up and found a small print shop who had printed out a few tickets for many people already that day. The more we walked around and got the vibe of Scotland that day, we realized how big the concert was for the town. People came from all around the world for it…including us. Lol. There were going to be loads of people there. We had to hurry with all of our tasks so we could get to the venue as soon as possible. The sooner we got there, the easier it would be to get to the front…I was going to defiantly get to the front! We arrived at the concert venue before they opened. Like I suspected, there were tons of people there. I tried to sneak my way to the front of the line. When the doors opened…. we rushed to the restroom. Lol. We had been holding it, plus I was not sure when the next time we would be able to pee once we got engulfed in the crowd. Someone actually peed in an empty beer cup during the concert. Trifling.

The venue was at Hampden Park. The stadium looked like it was designed for soccer. We bypassed all of the concession stands to hurry and find a great spot to stand. I had been to a few raves before, so I knew how to maneuver my way to the front, or somewhere close to it. You just have to be confident and dedicated to finding your friends who saved you a spot up front. Lol. It works until you run into some people who are doubtful and start to question you. Then it is a little odd looking when you simply give up your search for your friend because you found the spot you want to stand. People watch you for a while, but as time goes on, they forget, and you become a part of them. We met 2 or 3 groups of people standing around us, and everyone was so happy to share their journey to the concert and of listening to Coldplay for so long. We were about three or four people away from the front of the stage! Locked and loaded! Finally!

We were mostly standing in the same spot for about an hour and a half before the screens started to display any content, and about 30 minutes after that the first performers came out. There were quite a few people oddly but more comfortably sitting on the ground. I knew that my feet would be the only part of me that was not going to be feeling good after this show. When the first group came up, everyone was on their feet! Well except these two odd-looking girls playing candy crush on their phones. Why…. why? lol.

I did not recognize the first band, but they were good, professional obviously. They seemed more locally known. But what did I know, I was simply happy to be there and that the concert had started. I was at a Coldplay concert MF! And there is something that is always in me, that I do not believe in things that seem too good until they happen. So, though I was at the concert, I halfway did not know/think that Coldplay would actually show up, until I put my eyes on them. The next group came out about 15 minutes after the first band exited. Both groups hyped up Coldplay so much between songs. They knew who we were there to see, but they did an excellent job of getting us prepped. The second band was really good. They seemed more international. I believed this to be true after the lead member said she was from Scotland as if a surprise to everyone. There was a long break after the second band exited…then a Coldplay commercial played about taking care of the earth. Then…all but a few lights turned off briefly before one of Coldplay’s songs screamed through the speakers. At the end of the walkway leading to the stage, the band members came up from the ground and walked along the walkway to take their places on stage. Every band member did not come out, but the ones who did began playing a song. Everyone was getting amped up. They did it right, because just as everyone began singing excitingly, Chris Martin, the bands lead singer emerged from the ground with high energy, running to the stage! This guy, this band, put on a performance! They played all of their classic songs the same way I have been hearing them for years, from MTV in my grandma’s room, to in my first car around the college campus, to YouTube, to in person! FUCK! And we were close enough to see Chris Martin’s eye color. Everyone was given white bracelets to put on as we entered. These bracelets changed colors throughout the performance to set the vibe. Without going on about this epic concert…it went on forever. I never would expect that he would go on so long that we left early. It seemed like he was doing an after-party concert. When we thought the show was over, we quicky headed to the exit, but halfway there the band had a guest, and they sang together. I did not know the song, so I kept walking to the top deck (only way to exit). Then once we got to the top, Coldplay started playing a song I was familiar with, so we sat down to listen more. I thought the Coldplay is a robot band because they showed no signs of slowing down. My happy cup was overflowing with good vibes from seeing them, so we left.

First stop, to retrieve our bags. We were hoping the store was still open. They were and everything was there. Our flight to Oslo was really early, so we did not book a room for the night thinking we could party or lounge at a bar until morning. But as we asked around, the locals were telling us that everything closes early, and we would not be able to find an open bar. I know locals in Houston who talk as though they know so much but know nothing. Lol. I went on yelp and found a bar/pizza spot that opened late. After a about a 10min walk, we found this underground bar that was quite full. They had cheap deals on pizza and drinks! A bottle of wine was around $10. We got a few pizzas and one bottle of wine and melted away until it was time to head to the airport. I was without a bed for two days straight. Lol.

Chapter 4: UK to Norway

Besides the airlines considering our trekking sticks a weapon, and having to check a bag with them inside, the check in and boarding was a breeze. We were off to Oslo, Norway.

We arrived in Oslo in the morning. The first time I came to Oslo, I arrived at night. All I had time for then was a quick night walkaround, so I did not see much. Our plan was to stay in Oslo one night with just one near full day to venture around before catching our train to Myrdal, Norway in the morning. I do not know when I stopped looking for people who looked like me while on holiday. Black folk. The more that I travel, the more I feel the oneness of us all…I stop seeing color. Well, I thought I did until this black thick, fit, big booty chick walked past me. They are out here too! Damn. Life is good. Lol.

We went to our hotel to drop most of our stuff off before we hit the town. I keep at least a small bag with me with some things I might need like a charger. The first spot we checked out was the mall. It was surprisingly very humid in Oslo! I was sweating like I do in the Houston summers. We had only packed clothes for cold weather. Consequently, we went searching for some cheap summer clothes in the mall. I was wearing black shorts and a bubble vest with a hood, but I was more comfortable. Now we were ready for whatever. We went on a little hike up a small hill and took some pictures. But before we set off to hike, we got word that there was going to be an outside movie showing later in the evening. After our short hike we grabbed some much-needed grub and headed toward the movie showing. The movie was playing on a big screen outside as people watch sitting on blankets and small foldable chairs. The movie was very entertaining though they spoke Norwegian, with a few well-known English sayings (example: “Houston we have a problem”). I was surprised how much of the movie I was able to understand with nonverbal cues. After watching about 30 minutes of the movie, things got interesting. It started raining…hard. Some people oddly did not move. We ran for shelter…then came back when the rain reduced to sprinkles.

The night was young, and we only had one night there, so we left the movie to stroll around the streets to see if we could find anything interesting going on…but we did not succeed. Lol. It was nice just walking around the city, it was beautiful. We did not expect to have so much trouble finding our hotel. We knew it was not in the city, but definitely not as far away as it was. We got on a few subways going the wrong direction and had to catch a few buses. We were dropped off about a block away from our hotel. It seemed like we were in the middle of nowhere and our brightly lit hotel looked like a mirage…very modern looking with a few hints of neon lights. As we walked to the hotel CP thanked me for advising that we pack lightly. We had to walk for about 10 to 15 minutes down a moderately steep hill to get to the hotel. There were not many people there. We quicky checked in, unloaded our stuff, and walked back up the hill and across the street to the only eatery anywhere near our hotel. Our eyes were bigger than our stomachs! We shared a large, loaded pizza that was surprisingly cheap and delicious. After our walk back to our rooms, we crashed hard. I knew that night would be the last calm before the beautiful storm of randomness that was near…though nothing was really calm yet. Smh. Lol.

Chapter 5: Train, hike, bike, ferry, bus

The next morning, I miscalculated the time we needed to leave to catch the train. Again! Lol. Times like this, it is so helpful to not have much luggage. We ran as much as we could, sometimes making circles trying to find the way to the train station using google maps. Luck was on our side that day! We got there 15 minutes late and the train was delayed for an hour…then later the delay was extended an additional 20 minutes. While everyone around me looked sour, I felt good because we did not miss the train.

The train arrived. I did not know at that point how many trains I had been on so far. I was about to ride on the most beautiful train ride in the world for the second time. I was not sure what I was going to do differently this time around. The first time, I took tons of pictures. I even got off the train when it stopped briefly to get a few pictures. I walked from the front to the end of the train, and even made friends with an older couple from the States. When the husband went to sleep, the wife came to me to chat for a bit and showed me around the train and passed by her husband as his head was locked in one of those neck pillows, snoring. Lol. I remember going to the very rear of the train that seemed to be for loads of luggage or animals, but nothing and no one was back there. My bad ass tried to open up the rear door as much as possible to get a good picture or video of the train track as it rolled on. Lol. What more can I do now?

What did I do differently? RELAX. The views along the ride were just as lovely as the first go. An hour or two before we arrived at our stop, I ventured off to the kitchen area and found a seat facing the window. I found that to be the best seat to avoid neck pain from constantly looking to the left or right side. I got a few good camera shots there as I sipped on a coffee.

The next part of our adventure was about to start. We arrived in Myrdal, Norway around two PM. CP had no clue what was next. I asked her to make sure her backpack was on nice and tight, yet comfortable as possible while I did the same. We were going on a little hike! I used my phone as little as possible to help me navigate around, but just in case, I usually have a downloaded map on my phone. This time, I forgot to download the map. Of course, I did not tell CP that I only knew the starting direction. Lol. I got this. There were signs pointing in different directions with only Norwegian words. Lol. I went with my instincts which lead us in the right direction. Our destination was a nice wooden hotel in the middle of nowhere. There was no other hotel in that city/town. Before we arrived there, we passed by a couple who ziplined down at least a mile down to the next town that I’d planned on going to later that day. We continued on to the hotel which was only about a mile walk from where we were dropped off from the train. The hotel was a two-story red wooden building with an old cabin feel. The around $150 price per night for the hotel was well above my typical solo trip. It was my intention to just look around, then proceed to the next town, but CP and I agreed to slow it down for a second and stay one night at that hotel. We proceeded to the front desk to optimistically…humbly asked for a room for the night. Lol. The front desk attendant said they were completely booked for the whole weekend. Smh. I remembered I was nervous the night before coming to Myrdal the first time. Eventually, I booked one night at this hotel. This time I planned so much less. We were informed that because it was the weekend, they were actually over-booked. Lesson learned! Our next option was to get to the nearest/next town at the bottom of the mountain ASAP to find a room. The sun was going down, and we were warned that because it was the weekend, everything could be booked! I forced myself to be optimistic like I have always been when the odds seemed against me.

The adventure continued. Up next, the ultimate bike ride! It is a two-to-three-hour bike ride to Flam. The first 30 minutes is a steep downhill graveled path without any side rails! Good dangerous fun, no peddling needed. The second part is the best and longest part: a horizontal path alongside rivers and waterfalls. Epic! The third part is a bit difficult: a path that is roller-coaster-like, so you have to constantly change the gears. For some, getting off the bike and walking at some points maybe best. We took many stops on the way (taking pictures, videos, dancing, etc.…. ya know…taking it in proper). At the end of the journey is the gorgeous town Flåm.

There was a clear blue river running in the middle of the town that flows into a big fjord. The people there are genuinely nice and helpful. Most people will reject any tips and to some, even offering a tip is quite offensive. We arrived in Flåm as the sun was disappearing, nearly 8 PM. We had to find somewhere quickly first to stay, where to turn the bikes in to, and find food because all stores closed around 9 PM. There was one more room available at the hostel I stayed the first time I visited Flåm and I quicky booked it. Next, I called the number on the bike to get some information about where to return the bike. That worked out. Then we had to run up a hill to the only place open that was selling food. The kitchen was closed so all they had were cold sandwiches. I was starving from that long bike ride. Two dry ass sandwiches and a hot tea was the order. I forgot to mention the weather change since Oslo. We were on the move so much that I did not realize how cold it got until we settled down a bit. It was cold! It was about 85 degrees in Oslo. It was around 45 degrees in Flåm. While eating, I realized the check-in for the hostel ended in less than 15 minutes. Rushing yet again. We quickly gathered our belongings, jog/walked to the hostel, and made it on time. This hostel was more of a camping ground. They had wooded bungalows and RVs parked inside. When we checked in, they gave us (the hostel standard sleeping gear) two sets of duvet convers, bed sheets, and pillows. Our bungalow had two rooms with one shared kitchen. The restroom and showers were gym style located in the middle of the hostel grounds. It felt so good to finally get to our room and relax. Before I knew I would crash, I hurried to plug in all of my devices to charge and set up the bed. It is always best to bring a multi plug outlet for electronic charging. After a day like that, as tired as we were, and how cold it was, I slept like a baby, in my funk! Lol.

The next morning, I woke up ready to get it! We freshened up, then ended up having to hurry again to check out on time. Lol. The small town of Flåm was so damn stunning. Our first stop was this restaurant right next to the fjord with the best view and very extensive but non-expensive buffet. I love food, so I always fill my first plate at a buffet with a little of everything, then go back after for my favs. The meat and cheese in most small towns of Norway are usually locally made/farmed, so those were my normal go-to’s first. That and various jellies. Yum!

The next move was to ride on this modern, mostly solar ferry to the next town, Gudvangen. Until our departure, we found a nice spot to sit to admire the view and for me to practice playing with my drone I purchased only a week or two before this holiday. I was hoping to get some good footage from/if I hiked and canoed or anything else exciting. To minimize the chances of a horrible crash, I needed to practice. There was a cruise ship docked in the town and I thought it would be cool to try to fly around the ship, but halfway around I was thinking someone may try and report me or shoot it down. Lol. I wanted to evaluate the range. Once the drone went so far, my screen started to static, and because I could not see it clearly, I could not control it. After this flying session I researched more about what to do when I lose control of the drone. I had to learn fast.

We were the first to get in line for the ferry, then many got in line after us. No one knew when to get in line, but then followed our lead. I went to the front window seat to have the best views. But I foolishly forgot that after the ferry takes off, it turns around. Lol. The front became the back. I hurried to the opposite side. There was a guy looking lost at the spot that I wanted, on the far left in the very front. I put my stuff down to left of him and he left. On the left of us was an older group of travelers who looked spunky. I chimed in on one of their conversations and we slowly became a part of their group. They were Americans traveling on a schedule, opposite from CP and me. They were super cool.

The ferry swung by a picturesque waterfall then turned around to proceed on our journey. The ferry had panoramic windows. The views were something like I have seen on those Norwegian cruise commercials. Priceless. As the ferry was approaching the port, I realized that I did not have transport to the next town. Smh. Our new group of friends said the only way to get to the next town was a bus, and we had to pre purchase the tickets. Failed! But with my luck…they had two extra tickets. Fuckin A! I thanked them so much! Life saver. The town we were in was Gudvangen, a small boring town. I never stayed a night there and did not have any intention to. Via bus, we proceeded on to the next town with our new friends to Voss. Good times. While on the bus I quicky googled and found a place to stay in Voss so we would not be homeless there.

Chapter 5: Voss…then Bergen

I love Voss! Voss is the extreme sport capital of the world. When the weather is right, it gets crazy there: skydivers, parasailers, white water rafting, everything everywhere. Because our new friend group was on a schedule, they could not stop and enjoy Voss, they had to proceed. Last time I was there, I booked two nights at a hostel in the mountains, then had to extend the stay to one more night. That was one of my favorite hostels, but they were fully booked. I ended up finding a very lovely hotel with some nice amenities, even a sauna. The hotel I booked was coincidently the same place the bus dropped us off. As much as I loved Voss, I was looking forward to my new Norway Adventure, renting a car in Bergen and driving as far North as I could. So, we quickly checked in, unloaded, hung up some clothes to dry, and headed out for food. We had a short conversation with the non-local staff at the restaurant we went to. It seemed to me that most people in Norway did not accept tips, but the non-local definitely did. Lol. It was getting dark out, so we just went for a brief walk, took a few pictures, and headed in.

The breakfast buffet at our hotel was fantastic, but even better was the view of the city while eating outside on the deck. Afterwards, we hurried to gather our belongings to check out and purchase our train tickets to Bergen. Sometime ticket prices are cheaper the earlier you buy them. After we solidified our train tickets, there was one thing I wanted to do before leaving Voss. Before going on this trip, I saw an impressive drone shot on IG of a woman running up to this humongous waterfall. That humongous waterfall was only about 10 to 15 minutes away from where we were via bus. The waterfall was big…just a lot less water than the IG video I watched…yet still beautiful. I got my drone out for my first attempt at an epic shot. Being on a bit of time crunch, I got as many shots as possible. The water from the waterfall was so clear as it rapidly moved, so I made sure to fill up my water bottle with some of that youth juice. My first time in Norway, someone told me that the town Voss is where America gets its Voss water. I guess I should have known…but how could I. When we were done, we took the first bus back to Voss with a little less than an hour before we departed on our train to Bergen.

Though Oslo is the capital of Norway, Bergen seemed more live, more was going on there. My memory of the first time I was in Norway was blurrier than I imagined. I thought of a few reasons why that was true: I had more detailed information the first time to help me if I had no sense of direction, I was solo the first time (I pay much more attention to everything when I’m solo), and I was in a different mental state the first time I was there (I had expectations that were beyond my control). I remembered feeling miserable around day two in Bergen because some of my expectations were not met. I downloaded the Meet-up app many years ago but used it for the first time in Bergen. After which I changed my perspective, lowered my expectations, and gradually started feeling better. On this trip, my expectations come more from within myself.

Bergen is an incredibly attractive and lively city. If I had unlimited time and resources, I would have reexplored Bergen a bit deeper. I am sure I will come back. The first task we completed in Bergen was renting a car. I have found that Norwegians were typically kind, so whenever I notice someone rude unnecessarily in Norway, my assumption is this person is not a native. There was one guy in the rental line who tried to force his way to the front. And once he did get the attendants attention, his main attempt was to vent about having the high premier status but not getting the service he deserved. Before all of this, I spoke with the attendant on a personal level a bit and she told me her day has been hectic because they were short staff. I wanted to tell the VIP guy to chill the fuck out, but I did not want to fuck up my vibe. It was all entertaining really. When it was our turn, I was extremely peaceful to give her some positive energy. I did not want to add to her stress. I told her, “That VIP guy was a dick.” Lol. She gave us a free upgrade to a new Ford electrical car. I have only test driven one electric car, ever. Her main selling point was Norway had the highest gas prices, and with an electric vehicle, tolls and ferries were cheaper (and sometimes free). I never thought that the car we were going to rent was going to be an adventure in its own right, but it definitely was. I did not know how to: open the doors, what a lot of the buttons meant or did, how to charge the car, and many other things.

When we left the car rental, it was pretty late and most of the eateries were closed. We drove around for a bit looking for a spot that was open. I pulled over to check out this one spot that looked interesting. There were stairs leading up one floor which led to a proper pub. If I was not starving, I would have stayed for a bit. The next spot was a quick grab-and-go type spot. I got one of their big gyros to share. We found our hotel, took around 30 minutes trying to figure out where to park and how to pay, checked in, ate, and crashed hard!

Some days on holiday I get up thinking that I need to wake up and go! I did not come here to sleep. Lol. But on holidays that last longer than 2 weeks, good days of sleep are necessary for a balance! I have been sick toward the end of many trips after partying too hard with little water and sleep. The plan for this day was to `DRIVE. My main stop was Ona Island, but on the way, I pinned many possible scenic spots. At this point, we were officially in “Organic Mode.” Everything we both see will be our first. We did not book anything in advance and would stop wherever looks interesting. This is the best way to travel.

Chapter 6: Drive to Ona Island

I woke up, almost forgetting where I was. Is this normal after waking up in a new place every day? I had to look out the window to remember. Lol. Then I smiled knowing I was about to go on a journey! At that moment I thought about the song, “These are the days,” by Jamie Cullum. I woke CP because I was ready to GO…plus, I was driving. Before we left, I ate enough of the hotel’s breakfast buffet to hold me down for a while. Then I hurried to the car to try to figure out a few more things about the car before we took off.

FØRDE was the first spot I locked in on my GPS. I shock and impress myself the more I take vacations. Two years ago, I was in Bergen and some guy was trying to convince me to go further north. I told him I did not have the proper clothes, time, and it may be out of my budget to do any more. Now, I am locked and loaded ready to go North. I love to drive in different countries. Driving intensifies my connection to the places I go. I honk, cut people off, brake check, and everything else that they do. Lol. But first I have to figure out how they drive and the road signs. The first time I took off in the rental, I realized that someone should have given me a driving test first. Lol. I could not understand many of the signs and the intersection lights were very foreign to me. I had to rely hard on my GPS and when I was in doubt. I slowed down to follow another car when I did not know if I could turn and even sometimes keep straight… Smh. But I was confident, more than I should have been. I did not drive too fast so I could take in as much as the scenery as I could, and not crash. CP asked to drive just to help. I refused because I LOVE driving. When I saw a spot that is too amazing or just a spot to take a nice picture I stopped. We were not in any rush. Along the way I stopped at few places to practice my drone flying skills. I knew there was going to be a time when I would need to be ready.

One of the first rest stops we made was at a charging station near a shopping mall. Someone drove up to charge their car the same time I did. I laughed feeling lucky because I had no clue about how to charge the car. And even more lucky because the other car owner spoke great English and was extremely helpful. I learned that after 80% charge the cost of any more charging would constantly increase, and about the ways to charge from a simple outlet to a supercharger. But first I needed to download the app for that station to pay and monitor my charging. I got plugged in, then caught up with CP in the mall. We grabbed some food and drinks for the road. When I saw 78% charge, I ran back to the car to unplug. I did not need any extra fees. I started with under 15% charge and only paid about $18 for the electricity. I loved it.

Our next stop was one of our many ferry spots at Brekke, Norway. I did not know which line to get in, so I just got in the line with the most people lined up. Some cars were there just to pick up people coming off the arriving ferry. Google provided me with the ferry times, so we did not have to wait long. Once I parked on the ferry, I got out to look around. There was a food/drink bar that was self-serve (honor system). So, I got a drink and walked off. I wanted to test the system. Lol. Jk.

We exited the ferry and stopped in Vadheim, Norway. I was looking for a spot with a splendid view where we could eat. This spot was perfect for that. I got a few of my best drone/camera shots here. The town was in a kind of large Fjord cul-de-sac.

Afterwards, we drove for hours. We stayed one night at a delightful hotel where I was able to charge the rental car overnight. We rode a few more ferries and stopped for some more sightseeing before arriving at Midsund. This is when our next adventure began. We were starving so first things first; I found an excellent restaurant on the island to eat. This was just a random spot, but the view outside of the restaurant was amazing. Walking in, I was thought this place was possibly not open for guests. There was no one at the front desk. Then as we walked around, we saw that half of the restaurant was blocked off for some senior citizen meeting. Then a kind fellow came from the kitchen to greet us. The menu was limited. We just ordered some fish and chips and a pizza, sitting as close as we could to the window. We were the only guests in that half of the restaurant. I know food tastes better when you are starving, but their food was great!

When we returned to the car, I looked up our next stop. We were on the southern side of the island and needed to get to the northern side. There seemed to be one main road circling the whole island. I asked CP did she want to go the north or south route. She chose south, so south we went riding along the coast. I made one stop to take pictures by an old pier. Then I saw an interesting park on the GPS. To get there, the GPS led me through a gravel road. The road was just big enough for one car, and yet there was a car parked on this road, to the left of a large white house. No one was in the car. I stayed there for a bit wondering if I would find the owner and ask them to kindly move. Then a very lively woman came out asking us if we needed any help. We said we just need to pass. She told us that we were on her private property and there was nothing ahead but her garden. I love Norwegians. This turned into a whole conversation. She told us the history of her recently purchased and restored house and a little history of the island. And knowing that we were sightseeing, she advised us to go to one of their many beautiful hikes before we left the island. She said the hikes had breathtaking views and the nearest one was not far away. She insisted we turn around and back track to see these views. Before we left, she ran inside to get us a map of the island and marked off the hiking areas. We reversed and somehow stumbled upon the parking lot for one of the hiking trails.

Just as we got out of the car, another car pulled up a few spaces to our right. A fit around 60-year-old woman got out of her car. Her name was Ms. Solberg. She was there for the same hike and humbly slowed down on the hike so I could keep up with her. I asked her why she was hiking the mountain we were on. She told me she was training for life. I love it! Later a bit further up the mountain, she pointed to where her house was from the mountain. She said she has a telescope that she has been using to watch the Shamon men build the hiking trail. Her brother-in-law was actually the person who got the project started after seeing some guys from Nepal build other hiking trails. Ms. Solberg told me that once all of the hikes are complete, they will be featured on National Geographic. The trail we were on was not finished, so she still watches when the men from Nepal are up there working. A helicopter brings the rocks up high while the workers created spaces for the rocks, then drag them down. This was CP’s first mountain hike, so she went her own pace. Ms. S politely slowed down or stopped for me as I took breaks. When we got to a high vantage point, she told me more of the mountain’s history and about her family. When I was able to catch my breath, I told her a bit about CP and I and how we ended up on the mountain. She told me her sons ran track and would complete the hike we were doing in 20mins, then would throw up at the top. With all of my breaks, it took us over an hour to get to where the hike ended. The view from that spot was epic. I told Ms. S that I was going to stay there a bit more to absorb more of the feeling I was feeling and get some drone footage. Randomly throughout the hike we wondered about CP’s safety. I did not know how long I was going to be up there, and the sun was going down. After having the long humble talk with Ms. S and remembering that she told me where she lived; I asked her to give CP the keys to our car on her way down the mountain. She understandingly accepted. Then I watched with shock as she jogged down the mountain, slippery steps, and all. I definitely was slowing her down. Lol.

I captured some pretty impressive drone footage. I thought it would be wise to call CP to make sure she was OK and had received the keys. CP answered and told me she already had the keys, and was well, also enjoying the views (just a bit lower). I told her I would be heading down soon, but no sooner than I hung up, I saw that the sun seeming plunge from the skyline.

I hurriedly grabbed all of my gear and snapped my backpack on as tight as possible because I was going to attempt to jog also. I jogged down and while filming a little, soon realized how dumb and dangerous I was being. Then the sun had set…. thank GOD for the moon! Well…and my cat eyes. Lol. It was dark out, but I was able to see better than I expected. I got about halfway down when I saw someone hiking up with lights, it was Ms. S! She said she went home and looked through her telescope to make sure we made it down. And when she saw that we were still up on the mountain, her husband made her feel bad so she came back to help guide us down with lights. Crazy! My mind was blown. Woooooow! On the way down she told me that upon her stern guidance as she came up the second time, CP had already started to head down. She asked where we were staying, and I realized we hadn’t gotten that far distracted by our impromptu hike. Without hesitation, Ms. S offered that we could stay at their house for the night. I was thinking “hell yeah,” but I kept my cool by constantly asking was she sure …ok, thanks. Once we got in the car CP and I expressed our amazement and gratitude. This is something I would never do in the states. I felt little concern. Her house was about 10 minutes away from the hiking trail. After turning left into her property, there was a few minutes’ drive to her unique round concrete house with grass on top. This was so crazy. I was in super observant mode. The house seemed like it was specially built, like nothing looked commercial or cookie cutter, in a good way. As soon as I entered, there was a stairway that swiveled around going up a few feet away. The first floor was dark. We were led up to the second floor where the main living area was. We were introduced to her husband then all sat down and talked around the kitchen table. They had traditional Norwegian food set up on their table: various jellies and sauces, fresh bread, a few meat and cheese options, and tea of course. I was starving and dove in as soon as I was offered. Everyone talked and seemed a bit shocked…in a good way. The Norwegian language must be one of the hardest to learn. I felt bad a bit because I could not pronounce any of their names. I currently do not know one Norwegian word, smh. Later, their son came home. We instantly connected with talks of politics and history, and the guy goes whaling. Cool dude, all of them really. He stepped outside on the back roof from the second-floor door popping his head back in asking if we had ever seen the northern lights. To his surprise, and most definitely ours, the northern lights were out shining and brightly! We all rushed outside. I know people travel far to see the northern lights, but I have never really had any interest in seeing them yet ended up seeing them randomly in a Norwegian’s family backyard. And damn, I was humbled. Why the hell was I not interested in seeing these lights before!? That shit looked crazy. Some unreal shit. There were many green waves that were floating through the sky. It was freezing outside so I had to keep sticking my hand back in my pockets to warm up between taking a few pictures. I am so glad I upgraded my phone before this trip. My pictures damn near made the lights look better than what I eye saw. Epic NIGHT!

We returned to the kitchen table where I told the family of my plan to go to Ona Island, inspired by the Allstate commercial. They found my reason for going there funny. The husband then told me of a story about him doing some carpentry work for a woman pottery maker. After doing the job, the woman started inquiring about the carpenter on a more personal level. Then Ms. S cut him off and said, “he’s never going to that island again.” Lmao. They showed me some of the custom work that the pottery maker made. I did a little pottery work in college, so flipped the cup over to see her signature which was right in the center of the cup.

Later, they showed us to our room on the bottom floor. The couple told us they met in New York, so they designed the room we were going to sleep in like New York complete with striped flag curtains and painted starts on each wall topped off with a portrait of Abraham himself. Lol.

I woke up stoked! I saw the Ona Island Allstate commercial ages ago, and before the night was over, I planned to be on that island. Crazy. I remember looking up the island many times after seeing the commercial thinking, “how da fuck could someone make it there?” But the more I travel, the less I feel the gravity of the impossible I took the red pill. Anything anywhere is possible. I woke up before CP, freshened up, then went upstairs to express my thanks before we headed out. There was another proper food spread already prepared on the table. Life it good. I got as much protein and carbs in as I could because I did not know the next time I would eat. I gave our new friends a million thanks, plotted our journey, and purchased a one-night stay at one of the two hotels on Ona island. The husband let me plug in the car before we went to sleep, so the car was fully charged and ready to go. This bird loved his time perching at their lovely crib, but I was ready to fly.

I saved my new friend’s address so I could send them a gift of thanks one day and we jetted off to our first of three ferries that would take us to Ona Island.

The first ferry was nice and modern looking, and the ride was not long. I drove off the ferry and then down the beautiful west coast of the next island until we arrived at our next ferry. Ferry #2 was a short cruise to Aukra, a little island. After one more short drive to ferry #3, we arrived at our last magic carpet of a ferry at Småge Ferjekai.

The great Småge Ferjekai ferry. As soon as we got there, we waited in the line to board. The line was short, and the ferry was small. After waiting for about 10 minutes, I saw people parking their cars and the ferry workers coming out to talk. I went over to a ferry worker to see what was going on. I was told the ferry was down and it would be a few hours before the ferry was fixed but was not sure it would actually be fixed. My optimistic mind disregarded the doubt he had. The area was nice, so I parked, got my drone out to find a spot to get some good footage while CP slept in the car. There was a grassy trail to the right of the ferry that I walked and climbed until I found a great spot to set up. Every so often I flew my drone over to the ferry to see if any new activity was going on. Two hours went by quite fast, and I found myself needing to run back to the car. When I returned to the ferry, the worker said the ferry was not fixed yet. I went to CP, and she was still sleep. I started to fly my drone from the car, when I heard a worker yell that the ferry was fixed. I quickly got back in line and was escorted to where and how to park on the small ferry. By looking at the map, the ferry had two stops before arriving at Ona Island, but It turned out to be five. The first stop was island A, then island B, then island C, then back to island B, then last island D (Ona Island). I kept going back to a ferry worker after each stop to make sure we were on the right ferry. The worker kept assuring me, but I was unsure that he understood me well. Lol. Then I watched in awe as we approached the famous red-light house on Ona Island. Ms. S explained to me that the red color meant STOP, you have gotten too close! Lol.

Around 3 PM we arrived at Ona Island. Hearing nothing but the wind blowing and the birds chirping. I felt happier than a jealous girlfriend who cracked the code to her boyfriend’s phone. I booted up the electric car and waited for the ferry worker to let the tail down. Soon we were out. Allstate used this island because of how small it was. Showing that you can put a pot of water to boil, run your errands around town, with enough time to come back home to some boiling water.

Our hotel was a two-minute walk from where the ferry dropped us off. Just a quick left turn then park. Right behind where I parked was the only general local store. The hours were subject to change depending on the owner. I went into our hotel to check in. The manager was the best, so hospitable and personal. He gave me a quick tour of the hotel and explained to me that there were only two rooms being used that night, including mine. Consequently, there would be no usual buffet in the morning. Instead, he already pre-loaded our fridge with breakfast for the morning.

Some basic people have called me weird. Lol. They are right. I earned that. How can I not be weird when I do shit like…doing the southside dance, on the west coast of Norway, on a remote island, just a few inches away from a red lighthouse? Lol.

While on the island, I connected with a handful of people. Everyone there was so kind, including the traveling hotel bartender from Ukraine. CP and I went into our room…It were so nice! Priceless! All for only a little over $100 a night. The restroom had heated floors and there was a mini living/dining room. There also were large windows that I kept open on two corners of the room facing the dock. Every morning we woke up to large seagulls talking. I rearranged the furniture to be facing the windows. We went to the front office (which was also the restaurant) for our relaxing celebratory dinner. From London, to Scotland, to Oslo, to Bergen, and finally on Ona Island! We made it…in suitable time…time enough to possibly head more up north. Toast, “Life is Good.”

Chapter 6: The Ona experience

I woke up the next morning wanting to get some great drone shots and see more of the island, but first, breakfast. Happy Joy Joy! In our fridge were three different cheese options, some jelly, some fruits and veggies, a few sliced meat options, some bread, nuts, condiments, and a few different juices. Plenty of food to get the day started.

When backpacking, once I have a home base, I completely dump everything in my backpack and reload it only with what I need for the day. I always needed water and a few snacks…and for this trip, my fully charged drone. I saw the manager before I headed out and spoke with him about charging the ride. They had a new Porsche charging station that was not set up. We both tried to set it up for at least an hour with no success. He even called the owner while I read the instruction manual.

The most iconic part of the island was its red lighthouse. The base of the lighthouse was two minutes to the right of our hotel. I hiked to the top of the lighthouse and prepared my drone for action. I wanted to get some great shots and fly as far as I could to see as much of the island as I could. Even though my drone was small, it still made a loud bee sound. I was aware that when people see a drone flying around them, they could assume the worst and I did not want to create any enemies on this small ass island. I flew around for about 15 minutes and got a few nice shots. Then I heard someone yelling at me from the ground level. A lady angrily yelled something with some odd hand gestures. Without knowing who she was or where exactly, I quickly brought my drone down. I went to the opposite side of the lighthouse and started over. That side was mostly grassy so I took some time to practice with the drone before my skills would have to be much higher.

I booked just two nights on the island, which I thought would be enough time to explore the island. The hotel manager told me that the island used to be filled with locals, but once they died, they passed their homes to their kids who rent out their homes or just come back when the weather is good. So the island most of the time was quite desolate. Coming from a major metropolitan city, I felt so at peace there with maybe 15 residents. There was not much to do but to talk to locals and explore.

The next day, CP and I walked around and explored the island together and separately. When I was by myself, I went all the way to the coast and walked along there. The island surely had a long history. There was evidence of this all around the island with old, dilapidated structures. (For an example, there were a few poles that stood up leading to a much smaller island.) It looked like there used to be a sort of bridge. At one point I was jumping from rock to rock trying to get to another small island, while trying to avoid the thought of getting hurt which would lead to a very different holiday. The grassy areas that I walked on felt like I was walking on sponges. I got some rather good drone footage this day and even tried to fly the drone having it follow me while I was running.

When I returned back to the hotel, I went back to the manager to talk. He hit me with a big shocker! He told me the one ferry that takes vehicles off the island was broken down. They also had a ferry that was just for people…but we had a car. Realizing that we were stuck,  I told him I would book an extra night, but if the ferry started working before the night was over, I would cancel…. the ferry was not repaired. I was not upset because we were stranded on the beautiful island that I once thought I would never make it to.

So what is wrong with another day in paradise? I woke up the following morning in adventure mode. I rewatched the Ona Island Allstate commercial and took a deep breath. I remembered what I thought after watching the commercial the first time, “How in hell could someone get there?” lol. Anything really is possible. I went on a tour around the island to see the exact shots from the commercial and take some of the same shots. I think I did ok.

Next, I wanted to find the pottery lady I was told about. The potter lady was oddly right in front of my hotel…about twenty feet away. I noticed it was the same lady my Norway family told me about by her signature logos on the bottom of her cups. As I walked around, the potter asked me if I was the one flying around the drone. I laughed and apologized. She humbly told me that they got up that morning noticing their rare great weather so she came outside to relax in her robe and drink her coffee. Then she said she heard the irritating sound of my drone buzzing, looked up, and assumed I was filming her. I reassured her I was filming myself and the broad landscape. She did not seem upset about it. This is how things usually work out when decent people talk about disagreements. Neither of us had any bad intentions. After that conversation, I told her that I oddly had heard about her. I asked her about the guy who built her shop. I told her I met him, and he explained why he cannot come on the island anymore. Lol. I was starting a little drama for fun. She began talking about her husband and how he and she decorated the place. I believe in her own way that was her telling me that she moved on. We talked about the broken ferry. She told me that she heard that the ferry people had to fly some guys in from Paris to fix the ferry, she had plans of leaving the island the next day, and if the ferry is not fixed, she would leave her car and take the people boat.

It was immediately evident that there was a small-town social line. Afterwards I went to our hotel manager with my updated news. The manager had a direct line with the ferry’s captain. We exchanged numbers so he could update me. I told him I would only stay one more night. I was told that the difference between the ferry to get to Ona Island, and the others was its unique engines designed to it deal with rougher waters further away from the mainland. Everyone had different information.

Our very helpful hotel manager

Right after I went to our hotel manager with my updated news. The manager had a direct line with the ferry’s captain. So, we exchanged numbers so he could update me with any changes/updates. I told him I would only stay one more night if the ferry was not fixed, then I’d leave early in the morning to the nearby bigger and more populated island, Molde. I stayed in contact with my new family, they already knew about the broken ferry. The situation did not look too good. I wasn’t stressed because we were not too pressed for time. Ms. S is cheeky. She texted me informing me that she was on a ferry, one that works. Lol. I hand washed a few clothes and hung them around the window seals with some outside on a clothesline attached to our ride.

That night, CP and I met the bartender at our hotel restaurant. She was from Ukraine. I was so confused as to how she ended up there. She said she was a part of some bartender group that finds them jobs. They get a short contract then move as needed. At some point, we got on the subject of the Ukranin/Russia war that was going on. I had a college friend from Ukraine. My friend and this bartender were extremely blunt…zero filters. Lol. She helped me by giving me the ferry’s website to updates on my own versus relying on hearsay.

Chapter 7: Off to Molde

It was day three on the island. That morning, we had our clothes packed, ready to make moves. I gave the hotel manager our car keys just in case the ferry did not get repaired before we had to head home so that he could have it towed off the island back to the car rental place at the airport. We got on the first people ferry to Molde. We were joined by the pottery lady and a few of her friends. We became quite cool as we rode the boat together, followed by a long bus ride to Molde.

We said our goodbyes and separated. Afterwards, we quickly had to find food so we could think straight and find somewhere to stay. We found a local grocery story to grab a few items to make sandwiches then found a perfect spot along the shore to eat. The weather was great. It was slightly cold and very sunny. I found a beautiful place to stay for a very affordable price. It was just over $100 a night with free breakfast, with so many outdoor spaces covered in every color rose. When we were checking in, the front desk rep upgraded our room for some unknown crazy priceless reason. Our room was on the third floor, on the far-right corner, facing the water with an exceptionally large living space and balcony. Fuck! Life is good! We freshened up, sat on the patio watching the ferries, boats, and people to end the night.

The breakfast the next morning was superb! I wish I took a picture of the buffet layout. The whole break area had a high ceiling with two massive windows on two corners facing the water. The food, weather, view, everything was excellent.

This was a slow-paced day. We were on coast mode so I thought it would be nice to kayak. The wonderful lady at the front desk gave me a number to call for kayaking. It was tricky finding the correct bus to get on, but. I got on every bus asking if they would take me to the address. Lol! I finally found the correct bus and CP and I headed to the kayak spot. The kayak owner had a shed full of gear. He had a very relaxed southern feel/vibe and did not speak any English. He helped me find all the appropriate gear and told me just to try to be back before the sun goes down. Very trusting guy. I did not give him any of my information before I set out not knowing any particular direction to go in. I told CP it will best if she figured out the right bus and head back because I had no idea how long I would be. As I was gearing up, another guy was also but left just before I did. I went his direction until I no longer saw him. He was going competition speed, however I just wanted to take it all in a bit and get some drone footage.

My path started off by going straight for about 30 minutes until I reached this small island. I docked the kayak and got out to get my drone out of its bag. I paddled around about 15 more minutes and then realized I had no idea how to fly my drone while kayaking, or even if I should. I watched a few YouTube videos which said it’s a dumb idea that no one should do. I did not come so far to be scared! I was ready and scared, but optimistic about my drone’s safety. I knew I would have to land it in my hand which I have only done a few times. Too late now for stressing, Norty (my drone’s name) was in the air. I got every shot I could think of before the battery started to run out. Norty was trying to return to the home base where I first took off. I had to override that and manually fly it to where I was…but every time I tried to bring it down to my hand it refused. Then I had to move it forward a bit so it would not cut me while I was still moving along with the waves. Eventually Norty gave up the fight and rested in my palm…sigh. I quicky put it away thinking that was all a bit too risky.

The sun started to head down. I was at least an hour or more away from going all the way around the small island and returning back to the base. I looked on the map for the best route and started getting in my pro kayak mode…getting it. Left stroke, left stoke, right stroke, right stroke. The wind felt great.

I ignored my worry about what predators may be in the Norwegian Sea that I was in…too late now. I had to get back. Even though I was rushing, I said fuck it a few times just to float and reflect. I knew sometime after getting home to the states, I might be in a dull situation. I wanted to be able to bring my mind back to when I was just relaxing in the middle of the sea in my kayak in Norway. Sigh. I got back to the kayak base just after the sun began to touch down. 15 minutes prior, I called the kayak owner with my ETA. He returned near the shed shortly after I arrived. He helped me put everything up and told me the cost. I handed him my credit card. He kindly refused, saying he only took cash. Then he very kindly asked me did I need a ride back to my hotel. With me not knowing any other way to get back, I accepted. I asked if could stop at an ATM so I could get cash. Again, he knew little English. I understood most of what he was saying via body language, context assumptions, and other intuitive people skills that I have. On the way back he tried to tell me over and over that the kayak and the ride back were free, but I did not understand (it is hard for me to understand free. Lol) until we arrived at my hotel. I told him I will be right back with the money. He shook his head no, and he said something about a Christmas present….and that I understood. Fuck man, these people are stupid nice. I got a free three-hour kayak rental in Norway and ride back to my hotel…all for free. Fuck, life is good! I could not thank him enough. My broken-down body from kayaking was trying to skip my way inside of the hotel. Lol

Everyday I had a few threads going on to get ferry updates., remember our car was still on the island. I checked the direct ferry site for information, texted the hotel manager on Ona Island, and my adopted family. No new news. I thought, they better fix that shit. I am driving back to Bergen! I had about four nights left to spare and the island we were on was beautiful. I was happily patient.

I do not believe I had any alcohol on the trip this far. It was my mission to get extremely tipsy and party before the night was over. The liquor stores were closed when I had this thought. I told CP that we should go on separate adventures to find some trouble to get into. I believe sometimes when someone is solo, they have a higher chance of connecting with people. CP and I left our hotel going different directions to explore Molde and find trouble. About 45 minutes in, CP called me and told me she found a decent bar. I told I did also and the that the drinks were bloody expensive. It would have taken me over $70 to get tipsy. After I finished my few drinks, CP told me that she was done because most of the town spots closed so early so was heading back to the hotel. I walked around a bit and took a few more pictures of the city, then started to head back also.

On my way, I spotted someone who looked a bit different than most people I had seen around. The gentleman was an older Black man, well put together with a black leather jacket on, outside of a bar relaxing. I only saw two black people in Molde since I arrived. I walked over to the gentleman to introduce myself. And before I got to him, he stood up to greet me. His name was Mr. Davis. We had an instant bond. He told me he was from Jamaica and was currently living in Oslo with his family. But he was the musical entertainment for the club he was at for the night. I told him a bit about my story. He told me if we came by the club later that he would put me on the VIP list meaning that I’d get all the shots I wanted. He was a splendid guy, and instantly my hero. I went back to the hotel to share the amazing news with CP and to get dressed. I am going to my first club in Norway!

CP and I returned to the club later that evening. I did not know what to expect, so I went through the regular line. Once we got near the front, the bouncer asked if our name was on the list. He found my name and told me I should have told him, and he opened the VIP line for us. Ha-ha! I found Mr. Davis sitting behind a piano full of energy. He directed CP and I to the bar for the first of many rounds of shots. He told one bartender to personally take care of us. Talk about living the dream! We drank, danced, and watched Mr. Davis perform all night. CP at one point was babysitting one of three girls in a group who was clumsily lit. Lmao. I had to tell her, that girl was not her child, plus her friends were with her. My night there concluded with a drunk white guy trying to apologize to me, on behalf of all white people. For what, I did not know. I did not know Norway’s history with Black folk. I need to research more. Crazy.

Chapter 8: Return to Ms. Solberg and family

Before the night was over, I read that the ferry was still down. Ms. Solberg offered us to stay at their place a bit longer. Did I decline? You are loco if you think I did! The next day we checked out, rode a ferry and a bus to get close enough to her house to walk the rest of the way. It was good to be back to the familiarity of people who cared about us. This time without a car. Lol. We were welcomed well! The few days we stayed there, we met quite a few of their family members, we went on another hike with Ms. Solberg’s awesome son Brede, we were shown their epic Airbnb which fits like 13 that they rent out on the lake, we saw more northern lights, we walked on their tightrope, I was taught how to make jelly from scratch, and much more. It was an adventure just being around their family. I felt like family. I told them how awesome they were, and Ms. Solberg said she just lived a normal life. Lol. Ms. S goes for a swim everyday no mater how cold it is, she hikes at a crazy speed, she is spunky, she is loving and helpful, she knits her family sweaters, can walk on a tightrope without anything to assist her. I love this lady!

Our time was running short. Before we slept the last night in the NYC room, CP and I agreed that if the ferry was not ready the next day, we would have to leave our car and find a way back to Bergen. I really wanted to drive back. We were told of a new underground tunnel and a few beautiful bridges that would take us to a few islands on the way to Bergen. I was optimistic. Everything had been working out on the trip so far, why wouldn’t things come together now? I found my lost phone, all of our train rides worked out, no one stole our bags while we were at the concert, and much more.

Chapter 8: Ona #2 then the journey home

I woke up to a few messages from Ms. Solberg. The ferry was working! Wow! Everyone was in high spirits. We ate a little breakfast, then Brede took us to visit his aunt who had a breakfast prepared for us that was made from scratch. Breakfast #2 would hold us down for a while then we were dropped off at our once broken down, now fixed ferry that would take us back to Ona Island. There were no problems on the way. The hotel manager returned our car keys. I did not know if our electric car was solar, but it was fully charged for the first time. We went back on the ferry to began our journey back to Bergen.

We made it to the Bergan airport in good time. We dropped off our rental and headed to the ticketing line. The line was super long and many people in the line were looking frantic. The flight was canceled, and everyone was in line trying to figure out their next option. We did not find out why the flight was canceled, but there were no other flights going to London that day. London was our departure city bac to the states. Lol. I had quite a melancholy mindset at the time, thinking this is just another problem amongst the many. We were given a complimentary stay at the airport hotel, one free meal, and our tickets for a flight the next day. We stayed at the hotel and besides me having to check my bag in, the flight to London the next day was successful.

London is my favorite city in the world. I think I have been there around seven times now. So naturally I was happy when we finally arrived there, but pissed off because my luggage was lost. Another hiccup. I had a few items in my backpack that I could not get on the plane, so they made me check it in. Never again! The airline told me that all I could do at that point was to fill out a form. After completing the form, they added my form to a thick stack of other forms. It was obvious that they lose bags often. The agent was so nonchalant, telling me to keep the receipts of the items I buy to replace what I needed.

CP and I were planning to go out that night, and we had no clothes to go out in. We had combined backpack contents so both short of some essentials. CP and I rushed to the nearest mall, catching a few wrong trains on the way. Lol. We finally got to H&M 30 minutes before they closed. This was the fastest I have ever shopped for clothes, but I put together a nice outfit. Next, we got a pizza and rushed off to our hotel to get dressed. We were able to make it to the club just one hour before they closed. We would have gotten to the club earlier, but this was the day the Queen died so many of the streets were closed. Out of all the times I have been to London, this was my first time going to a club there. And it will not be the last!

After this long trip…after the club, we were hungry zombies! Around three AM we found this random narrow two-story eatery. They sold everything, breakfast, steak and chips, everything. I do not remember if taxis were not working at four AM or we just wanted to walk to the hotel…but after we ate, we walked. And the crazy thing was, there were normal everyday looking people walking the streets. In Houston at this time, I would only see the homeless or similar looking zombies walking the streets. We passed two young women walking casually and taking pictures of the city. I was thinking wtf are these people doing outside. Curious about their story, I stopped the female duo to aske them what was popping tonight! Smh! These chicks were live at four AM! We talked about everything in life in 30 minutes. They both got a kick from giving us their best impression of Americans, from country to valley accents. They also told us how they wished they lived in America because the school system is so tough in the UK. They said they get no multiple-choice questions. Lol. I said that’s why ya’ll are so smart, and this is my favorite city.

We ended up getting a ride and made it to the hotel just in time to shower, pack, get a quick continental breakfast to make it to the airport. I hate to hurry up just to wait when I am sleepy. Did I mention that we did not sleep at all that entire day…. but the trip was finally over. Fukkkkk

Norwegian Airlines is similar or worse than Spirit Airlines. They do not land, you have to jump out of the plane. Lol. I called for months trying to get my bag back. It was not until Ms. S made a few calls that my bag (with nothing missing nor Norty damaged) finally arrived in Houston. I love Norway and my Norway people!