The Travel Log of koew in Trondheim

Last week I went with my closest co-workers to Trondheim. We were going to attend to NKUL at NTNU - one out of two universities in the city. On the day I left Oslo - it was Wednesday - I kidnapped a notepad and a pen. This is what I wrote:

Wednesday, May 9th 2007

I’m at the train to the airport. There’s a digital sign here that shows what the clock is and what temperature it is in here. Or it may be the outside temperature - I don’t know, haven’t bothered to ask. When do I want to know what kind of temperature it is outside the train? Never, except from when I’m travelling through a blizzard or when the train passes a volcano.

There’s alot of people here on the train. It’s almost 4 o’clock. Shouldn’t they still be at work, instead of sitting around here enjoying themselves? I’m “at work” and I ain’t having a great time here, between a book-reading fella and a latté-drinking woman.

It’s 13.8°C outside. It has to be outside, since it feels more like 20-ish here…

I’m on the airplane. Got the window-seat. I actually got the luxury of choosing which seat I wanted, for once. Since the lovely girl, who worked at the check-in, recommended the seat, I couldn’t refuse. (Can’t say no to lovely girls.) 16F was my seat. An unimportant detail, but a detail nonetheless. There’s just nothing out there to be bothered with, alright? When airborne, I mean. I was listening to old Xfm radio shows anyway and there was just loads of clouds outside. The only satisfaction I got, was the thought that I stole the seat from a little kid.

Thursday, May 10th 2007

I’ve just come back from NTNU, the university. Taken me socks and me glasses off. Tired. I’ve been standing for about 7 hours straight, and I don’t see the point of ever doing that again. Got tons of free coffee though…that helped.

I’m going up a floor to some colleagues who got - since there wasn’t any other rooms left - a suite. We’ll be drinking champagne and later on we’ll head out to a pub or restaurant of some sorts.

My feet smells…

Friday, May 11th 2007

What more happened the night before? I’ll tell you. I got drunk and we went out to get something to eat. Our primary choice was pizza at an Italian restaurant, but there wasn’t any room for us. So someone decided “let’s have a sushi instead!”. I was drunk, so what else could I say than “ALRIGHTY!”? It was my night as a sushi-virgin. Had meself some spicy tuna and got a taste of salmon too. I do remember the beer, though. I had to bottles of Kirin - which means giraffe (thanks for translation, W!). I love giraffes.

Later that same night we went to a cozy pub, had a few beers and played some darts. I think I either won or lost - I didn’t fall in between the two other players. When I asked them later on they didn’t remember, so I prolly won.

On Friday the 11th, I overslept - because I just did. Can’t give any other explanation. Sleeping is good fer ye, right? So why not get some more?

Saturday, May 12th 2007

Just got meself a cup of coffee at the café called “Choco boco”. The cup has no handle, and the coffee is blazingly hot. It’s like they’re telling me to leave, like “get the fuck out of here!”. I’ll be a rebel and stay. If they didn’t want me here, they could’ve said it straight to me face. Instead they try to burn me.

I like Trondheim.

The coffee is good.

That’s it. I hope you enjoy it as much as the pain I got from trying to understand my own handwriting. I’ll eat something now. Cheers!