On my way to a ski tour in Norway this year again.

Last year I missed my connecting train even though I was supposed to have an hour between the arrival of one train and the departure of the next one. That was not fun at all, so this time I left myself three hours in Oslo Sentralstasjon. Which is, honestly, not that much fun either, but at least it’s less stressful.

Last year I also discovered the upmarket end of the station. Previously I only knew about the main station concourse on the upper level, and the food options there were sorely disappointing, especially given Norwegian prices. But then I learned that if I go down and to the right and down again, I can at least get a nice Neapolitan style pizza, or expensive conveyor belt sushi. Norwegian restaurant prices are eye-watering when seen with Swedish eyes, but I tell myself that I’m on vacation, and I do have to eat, and I’d rather pay for an expensive, good meal than an almost as expensive but crappy one.

No snacks, though. When a small 250 ml bottle of juice costs 50 NOK (that’s about 4.5 EUR) and a croissant is 42 NOK, I’ll make do with my bottled water from home.