“We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”

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May 31: The glorious laneways of Bryggen

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 Nicholas first woke up with the sun, but I was still falling in and out of sleep until after 7am.  The tent was far too wet – and the inside damp with condensation from our warmth inside – to take down, so we decided to leave it pitched and hope nobody came along and damaged it.  We hadn’t had the guts to do this yet, but figured that camping was so commonplace in Norway that the tent would be fine for the day.



We head down Fløyen, the mountain we had ascended, until we reached the city again, and made a beeline for Bryggen, the UNESCO listed strip of buildings on the water in Bergen.  Most of the buildings there date back to 1702, when a fire came through the town and destroyed most of it.  Now the slanted, haphazard-looking streets of Bryggen are famous and continue to be maintained.  Most of them have turned into tourist shops – with varying degrees of tacky souvenirs – but the wobbly architecture is inspiring and there are some hidden gems tucked into the laneways.



Bryggen

Looking through the laneways at Bryggen

Taking the advice of a chatty shopkeeper, we ventured down toward the tip of Bergen, stopping to look at an array of cobbled streets and more beautiful houses on the way.  We happened upon The Shortest Street in Bergen and saw plenty of boats and one futuristic-looking submarine.  When we stopped for lunch at the park on Bergen’s tip, a hooded raven joined us.

As it was a Sunday, most things were closed, so we spent a good portion of the day just ambling around the streets.  We made our way back to Bryggen, which was at the base of the mountain we were camped on, and decided it was only fair for us to pop into a cosy café for a drink, even if it was pricey (and it was very pricey indeed).  It was probably one of the best cakes we’ve ever had though, so at least it wasn’t a disappointment.


The shortest street in Bergen


Wobbly buildings in Bergen

The sun was starting to make an appearance, so we took advantage of the bright light and began to make our way back up the mountain to our little tent.  We ran into some cats, passed some very eclectic-looking antique shops that we’re going to head back to tomorrow, and reached the top hot and bothered.

After dipping our feet into the running stream beside the tent to cool off, we fell into the tent, exhausted.  It felt nice to retire from the busy town full of tourists to the quiet wood.




The view on our walk up to our campsite


We also saw a submarine heading out for the evening!


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