I flew into Oslo yesterday afternoon, after a brisk 23 hour commute. It’s my third time here so I was more in the mood to shower and nap, rather than going on a tourist bender. Getting out of the airport yesterday was an absolute nightmare. Maybe I’ve been spoiled back home, but instead of just a quick scan of the passport, it was an old school system involving two officers and a confused throng of about 200+ non-EU passport holders (the locals had the luxury of scanners).
I touched down at 12.15pm and got out of that queue at about 2.30pm. Standing in a ‘line’ for 2 hours is just about the last thing I wanted to do after the flight.
That was yesterday, but I’m now back at the airport ready for my next flight. There’s still a bit of lingering jet lag but this time around I’ve put more effort in forcing it out of my system. In an hour’s time I’ll be hopping on a plane bound for Leknes on the Lofoten archipelago. I’ll be hiking my way through there for a few weeks before my first residency starts in Akkarfjord on the far north island of Sørøya in late July. I don’t honestly know if my body is up for this degree of physical activity, but we’ll find out soon enough. I haven’t exactly got a plan B…