Oslo under the gun
One day in Oslo. What can be seen? And it turns out a lot is possible. Even if the Oslo Pass does not warm your soul, without which Oslo experts recommend not to go there at all. Only Oslo Pass will open 30 free gates to the world of culture and science. Plus at least a dozen other points of attention. How to deal with it?
I decided not to go to museums. And there was no travel time. Yes, and I wanted to see the general picture of Oslo. You can scroll through the list of museums on the visitoslo website. com. I got a sightseeing walking tour under my own unrestrained cycle of thoughts and frequent heartbeat at the sight of the indescribable.
Morning. Ran. All closed. The tourist center and that treacherously snuffles until 9 o'clock. There is no card. There is no information. Where to go? To the station - prompted experience and winked in the right direction. I make my way through the masses of overly active cyclists, and then through the influx of commuters, I got to the central railway. station.
Bad people abolished the local travel agency, leaving only a pointer and a couple of brochures with a map of the area. Already at least something, I thought, stuffing my satchel with printed information.
Maneuvering the wide streets, I enviously admired the architecture and the reigning cleanliness. That's just through the traffic light, the Norwegians, like ours, run mostly on red, not very shy.
Cobbled streets led me straight to the Royal Palace. I did not succeed in landscape plans, since since May they started the reconstruction of the palace square and, despite 8 in the morning, rowed with excavators as expected.
Having rounded the palace on a siding, I admired it, the guards of the cardinal and at the same time the park. Everything is nice and good, but not particularly impressed. Against the background of the rest of the city, as it is not very bright, not royal.
The park is surrounded by a ring around the palace itself, and the park itself is already surrounded by foreign embassies, the University of Oslo, the historical museum and rich Pinocchio, whose taxes alone can build a school or university.
The chimes sounded 9 o'clock. The information office was already crowded with interested individuals. I did not want to buy magnets for 6 euros and plates for 20. But I bought nice raincoats with the Oslo emblem for 3 euros and thoroughly cleaned the shelves with free brochures. Before leaving, I asked how to get to the sculpture park and where the locals go to wash their hands. Wash your hands, it turns out, they go to the City Hall, but only mostly not locals, but visitors.
Oriented by the moss on the trees to the northwest, I walked the rich streets of a rich city. The camera didn't budge. With such streets and sights, there is no need to scan museums. So the cultural fund was replenished non-stop.
Vigiland Sculpture Park greeted me with childish noise and the smell of burning. Under the watchful eye of teachers, a good hundred local kids had fun here. Teachers scanning the playground with the back of their heads managed to smoke some sausages at the same time and distribute them according to the list to restless children. Each child is equipped with a bright vest, on which the name of the kindergarten is indicated. Where are you going to get lost with such a sleeveless jacket.
There were also a couple of buses with Asian tourists, whom I will meet more than once during my tour of the city.
The sculptures in the park were funny and good-natured. Granite people did not wear swimming trunks in principle. But bodily contacts from violent marriages to joyful hugs were a 17-meter stele, consisting only of people holding each other, as well as about 200 smaller sculptures were sculpted by the local sculptor Gustav Vigeland.
His other works and life history are dedicated to the museum of the same name in this park.
On the way back, I went to the Aker Brygge embankment, where I experienced a culture shock, as well as a slight envy of the Norwegians for their impressive well-being.
Having aired my lungs with sea air on the embankment, I approached the Akerhus fortress.
Entrance to the territory of the fortress is free. A poster was hung in front of the entrances, and behind the entrance the workers were erecting a stage. On June 12, Julio Iglesias promised to drive up and perform a few songs.
In the information center you can find out what-how much and take a map of the area. At certain times, for 50 kroons, they drive around the territory of the fortress, and the castle itself can be explored for 70 kroons. Or you can just join the history by walking the medieval paving stones.
The final stage of my more than 20 km marathon was the snow-white building of the Opera House. You could say that I came here for him.
Once flying on a standard flight of an Aeroflot airline, I stroked with closed eyes the pages of a flight magazine with a close-up of the beautiful Opera. I visualized my cat's tread on the sloping roof. Captured my own spirit from the indescribable beauty that opens up to my eyes. And here I am. The edge of the building plunges directly into the water, creating the impression of an iceberg protruding above the water. Here you can easily indulge in reflections at a completely new height for yourself, or how some frank ladies give themselves to be torn to pieces by the northern sun.
Although I didn’t manage to cover all the cultural spots of the capital, Oslo passed my tourist suitability test. So we parted. But not for long.
Based on materials from my owntrip blog. net. ua
