oslo, norway

made a little post-uni getaway to oslo, norway! as usual, itinerary is at the bottom of the post.

day 1: oslo
i arrived in the late afternoon and walked around the city centre, visiting the oslo cathedral, youngstorget and oslo opera house. had coffee at stockfleths (a coffee chain) and sat by the harbour and journalled for a bit while enjoying a yogurt pot. i window-shopped for a bit at normal, and then headed back to rest.

day 2: oslo & bygdøy
went for a morning coffee at fuglen, a well-known espresso bar. joined a city tour during which i visited the oslo city hall, the national theatre, and the norwegian parliament. we also drove past the akershus castle and fortress and kvadraturen neighbourhood. the holmenkollbakken, a ski jump, was a marvel and has the world’s oldest ski museum. my favourite attraction of the day was vigelandsparken, a sculpture park and museum displaying the quirky works of gustav vigeland. the fram museum was an immersive exhibition of norway’s history of expeditions, with a real 19th century polar exploration ship housing various exhibits. i had lunch there, having a classic open-faced shrimp sandwich, rekesmørbrød. i was also lucky enough to attend a guided tour of the outdoor norsk folkemuseum, which was reminiscent of skansen in stockholm. i saw a reconstruction of the gol stave church from the 12th century, and in it was a gorgeous medieval-style mural of the last supper by nicolay nicolaysen. we then went on a cruise to see the oslo fjords! i met dymas and matt for a fresh seafood dinner at fiskeriet youngstorget, as recommended by a local at my hostel. we then climbed atop the oslo opera house and chatted away while watching the sunset.

day 3: oslo & drøbak
went on a little day trip to drøbak, a small idyllic town with breathtaking seafront views. i explored the town centre, peeking into drøbak church and tregaardens julehus, a christmas shop that was oddly busy despite it being the summer. i had lunch at håndverksbakeriet drøbak where i had a traditional sandwich with leverpostei (liver pâté), rugbrød and remoulade. absolutely delicious!! i then walked along the ferry harbour and badehusgata where i sat and admired the views of storsand across the water. i then went to floating sauna at oslo badstuforening. i was guided through the langkaia sauna ritual, which was a quiet herb ritual that involved being whipped with eucalyptus branches to stimulate blood circulation and jumping into the cold ocean water between sequences. during the session i met someone who told me that she goes every day before work. i can’t express how calming the whole experience was – i 100% recommend it. i later went for dinner at bølgen & moi tjuvholmen, a restaurant on aker brygge, with matt and dymas, where we had mussels and fries!

day 4: oslo
had my morning coffee at kuro oslo, a sleek japanese café with a minimalist shop with local goods. i then visited ingens gate (literally ‘nobody’s street’), a hidden gem in oslo and a hotspot for urban street art. we then went to tim wendelboe, one of the most celebrated cafés and micro roastries in oslo. i had amazing single origin coffee from finca tamana, colombia, which was exceptionally clear, fruity and sweet. we also went to mathallen, a vibrant indoor food hall where we had a reindeer burger.

a tribute to a place that will no longer be

(captured and written in May 2024)

This is the ninth time in my life that I have moved. When you’re moving, especially on a tight deadline and alone, your brain goes on autopilot, throwing belongings into boxes or trash bags at a merciless pace. Whatever space and time cannot afford ends their journey with you unceremoniously, like saying goodbye to tour guides in a foreign city. Rooms get colder and larger and you start to notice the colour of your walls. The day you first moved in will feel the most familiar it has ever felt and will ever feel.

This is the ninth time I have moved, but it doesn’t get any easier. Besides this unassuming flat behind that double-locked cobalt blue door, there’s no other place that I’ve called home for longer, and I fear that I will only continue to feel this way for as long as I’m not done forging my own path out here. I remember the last time I was in school in Singapore, I had promised myself that I would make every day after that life count for something, but what I didn’t also register was that counting begets so many goodbyes.

Thank you for the past 2 years Abingdon, for giving me and my best friends a space to laugh, cry, fall in love, eat, learn, host, and rest, and for seeing me off on the final day of my educational journey. I can’t remember the last time I showed someone around this place but I know I was proud. I hope the next three will love you just as much.