Tuesday 26 August 2025 – The only scheduled activity for the day was to meet a Swedish friend, Peter, for lunch. Well, dinner. Depends on your viewpoint. We’d chatted to the hotel concierge and settled on a rather interesting, eccentric-looking restaurant; but it didn’t open until 3pm. So we booked a table promptly for then, and I don’t care what you call it, really.

So, after a lavish breakfast in the hotel’s very handsome dining room,

we pottered off in the direction of the cathedral. It’s such an un-cathedral-like building that I had no expectations about what we’d find inside. Walking in, two things hit one: it’s very airy, light and largely unadorned; and the main exception to that is the ceiling, which really does make an impact.

It really is a lovely piece of work.

There’s some quietly impressive stained glass

and what looks very much like a Royal Box!

On the wall outside, inserted into the brickwork, is the “Devil of Oslo” – a man being attacked by both a dragon and a lion. The stone relief, once part of the ruined St Hallvard’s cathedral, is around 900 years old.

A few steps away is the view along Karl Johan’s gate to the Royal Palace.

We weren’t going to visit the palace, but headed off in that direction to get a ticket for the train to the airport tomorrow. Since this is going to be at 0630, and we can’t rely on the grey matter firing on all neurons at that hour, we wanted if possible to get tickets. We walked to the National Theatre station, and it was clear that Something Was Going On with kids and political parties. There were booths set up by the green, and hordes of kids were congregating at each one and whizzing between them clutching bits of paper.

We understand there might be local elections in the offing; presumably they had to prove to someone that they had engaged with all the parties, or something like that; anyway they appeared to be quite engaged in the process.

We found the station, found the ticketing machines and bought tickets – only to discover that the tickets we’d bought were only valid for a couple of hours. Ah, well…chalk it up to experience; it was only about a tenner down the drain. Had we not been Old People, it would have been twice as much.

I reckon that you can’t really say you know a place until you’ve engaged with the public transport, and our next objective was most easily reachable by bus. We knew it was the no. 30 and had read that you could pay on board the bus. We located the right bus stop and the no. 30 came by bang on time – but the only payment accepted was via an App, called Ruter, or – horror of horrors! – cash! We actually had cash with us so proffered a 100 crown note. The nice lady bus driver looked at it and said, with a hint of a Nordic sigh and possibly some well-disguised rolling of the eyes, that we should just sit down and not bother with the payment nonsense. We sat down, but weren’t comfortable with this arrangement, so I used the journey to download the app and buy the ticket anyway. Nice technology, but not quite 100% joined up, which is a surprise, given how tech-savvy the Norwegian systems are.

Anyhoo…

Our destination was a peninsula called Bygdøy, which houses several museums, including the one we wanted to visit, which was the Norsk Folkmuseum. Granted, we have a general interest in the history of the places we visit, but there was a specific reason for the visit which will become apparent if you keep reading. Sorry for the viewer bribery bit there, but I have to try to give you an incentive to stay awake, here.

The museum is similar in principle to the Weald and Downland Living Museum in the UK or Skansen in Sweden – the chance to see traditional buildings of historical interest relocated to or recreated at a single site. The no. 30 bus stops outside the doors, so we bought our tickets and, after a restorative coffee, went in, immediately heading for the specific thing we really wanted to see. Teasingly, it became visible through the trees,

until we turned the corner and

saw our second stave church! Originally built at Gol in the 13th century, it’s a lovely thing on the outside,

and the inside is just as enchanting.

There’s any amount of intricate carving, much of it with Viking influences – dragons an’that –

and a wonderful cloistery bit round the back.

It really was a delight – and it was our second stave church in three days. We’ve now seen two of the 28 extant stave churches in Norway and I’m rather worried to report that Jane has decided that she we now Have A Project which involves visiting all of the remaining ones. In a camper van.

The site of the Folkmuseum is really quite large, with lots of buildings from various periods, split into various areas, such as farm buildings, some with rooms that one can go into and talk to an interpreter.

Some are in small avenues, like this arrangement of alternating stores and farm cottages from the 1600s.

They even had saunas in those days! This one is from 1600.

Don’t believe me?

(It was also a drying room, of course.)

Some of the storage barns have very fine carving.

and the carving extends to runes and other ways of identifying the builder or owner of an establishment.

The runes are over the doorway of the world’s oldest preserved wooden dwelling, from the first half of the 13th century…

Another attractive area is called the Old Town – not really old like the farm area, but old enough, and very photogenic.

There’s a huge amount to see (and photograph). We barely skimmed the surface and there are many, many pictures I haven’t included; but I hope this gives a flavour of what the place is like. We had a very enjoyable couple of hours there, but had to leave in order to catch the ferry back to Oslo downtown for our lunch appointment. So we hastened there, past some really lovely houses which I would have liked to photograph if we hadn’t been hurrying for the ferry. But I couldn’t pass the Kon-Tiki museum without taking a picture, since we’d visited Easter Island, famous for its Moai.

At the quay

I used my nice new Ruter app to buy a ticket back to the Town Hall quay. Sadly, when the ferry turned up

and we boarded, it became clear that what I’d bought was a bus ticket, not valid for the boat. Another one chalked up to experience….

Once back at the town hall quay

we got a decent view across the water to the fortress and palace where we’d wandered yesterday

and we pottered along to Rorbua for our lunchtime appointment with Peter.

It’s a place which specialises in dishes from the north of Norway, hence some of the more unusual decor items

and, indeed, items on the menu. Yes, reindeer, yes, moose, of course, but also – whale! Peter had whale steak, and pronounced it to be very tasty – more meaty than fishy, which makes sense, given that a whale is not a fish. Jane had a taste and said that the texture was somewhat fibrous, the taste was fine, but she probably wouldn’t order it given the chance. Whale meat again, don’t know where, don’t know when.

The restaurant is in the popular Akersbrygge area, where there are loads of eateries and drinkeries, and also, incidentally, the Nobel Peace Hall.

After our Nice Lunch, we wandered back past Peter’s hotel and round the corner to Oslo’s oldest pub,

which opened in 1969 (same year as the Tudor Arms in Stockholm, for any of my Swedish readers). There, we took our leave of Peter and headed back to our hotel, since we have a sparrowfart departure tomorrow. En route, we passed something we should have seen as we arrived, but somehow missed – the parliament building

which, as is not unusual in Scandinavia, was the site of a rally, or demonstration; this one was in support of Ukraine.

So, that’s about it for our Phase II. But before I close the file on Oslo, I feel I should include some of the other odds and bits we saw today.

We’ve been really lucky with the weather, and Oslo has presented its best face. It hasn’t really resonated with us when compared with Stockholm, which is similar in many respects but has something that calls out to us more. But it’s been enjoyable wandering round, delightful to score our second stave church and great to meet Peter again. So we leave with pleasant memories.

Tomorrow is the start of Phase III, so please stay tuned to see what we got up to next.