From Frogner Park we walked to Bygdøy. This took around forty-five minutes. Once we were on the road towards Bygdøy we were seemingly surrounded by woodland. My girlfriend told me she had adjusted her walking to accommodate the ice of the pavement. This, combined with the general coldness as well as the thinness of her trainers, was responsible for weeks of pain after we returned from Oslo. In Bygdøy we went to a Viking Ship Museum but were too late to go to the Holocaust Museum. We considered getting the bus back to the city centre but decided to carry on walking, despite the increasing coldness, perhaps in dumb pride due to the other tourists we had seen at the Viking Ship Museum. There was a ferry from Bygdøy back to the harbour, where we could have gone to Wayne’s Coffee again, but it only left four times a day and we had missed the last one by fifteen minutes.

Back in the city centre we were both hungry and tired from walking so much. We went to a Chinese restaurant near Karl Johan’s Gate. On the menu in the side order section all the rice was variations on egg-fried rice. I asked the waitress, on my girlfriend’s behalf, if there was any chance we could just get plain rice. The waitress seemed perplexed and said it was okay. She went away and we were worried we would end up with egg-fried rice anyway. A Norwegian couple in their twenties sat on the table along from us. When their food arrived I was surprised to see that the guy had ordered sushi while the girl had ordered steak and chips. When we got up to leave I turned around to put my coat on. On the other side of the room I thought for a moment that I saw a girl I used to know but I couldn’t be sure it was her. Finding out for certain would have been too awkward so we left and I didn’t say anything about it, not even to my girlfriend. In fact I haven’t even thought about it since until just now.

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