Day 6

Today is a Sunday and so most shops are closed so we organised to go to the National Museum this morning

Tickets were valid all day so we decided to meet up for breakfast at 9 and try to get there as close to 10 as possible to avoid the crowds - especially as today was forecast as another wet day

Kieren was given the responsibility of googling where the museum was, and guiding us there

He did a brilliant job and was VERY pleased with himself

The museum is massive and took over 6k steps to get us round

First stop though was the locker room where all lockers were digital and free - you’d never get that in the Uk

We are obviously renowned as culture vultures so here is just an extract of what we saw:

Jesus Christ doing the Thriller dance

Kirsten from the Repair shop would have done better than this

I don’t know why he’s so happy, someone’s snapped off his willy

What the bloody hell is this?

I like to participate in these things

I could do a better rope ladder than this

We told her what would happen if she kept licking her backside…

Hang on a minute do they take us for fools…?

I felt peckish at this point

I like to call this one “a disappointing Christmas” - the one where you ask for a boat…

The sign did say strike a pose, not quite sure why she picked Bruce…

Jack Charlton

Joe Pasquale

….and finally the Scream - the only painting with its own security guard

After all that we went through the shop like a hoard of locusts before having a spot of lunch in a nearby cafe - sandwiches followed by these lovely buns

Then it was back to the hotel to rest up for an hour or so before we were off to the football

We agreed to meet at 3 so we had time for a couple of beers before getting the tram

We were going to see Lyn FC v Moss in the equivalent of the championship 

The stadium was bigger than Bournemouth’s but I had a feeling that second tier football in Norway wasn’t so well supported

I was right - about 1k people fitted into an impressive 15k stadium

The underbelly of the stadium was eerily quiet

They don’t sell alcohol in stadiums here, nor cola nor milk for a coffee - maybe doing that would draw bigger crowds….

Everyone was so friendly, except for these 2 - they clearly wanted to be left alone

In an enjoyably low quality game, Lyn were the victors by 4 goals to nil, as displayed on this impressive scoreboard 

Kieren and I needed a wee before we left so lined up against the 20 foot cast iron urinal trough

I was stood at the end next to a cubical and noticed a lot of noise coming from it

I thought to myself, they must be brave using that in a football stadium

I’d just finished and turned around before the cubical door crashed open and Joss ran out like a bat out of hell and out of the loo

Turns out she only just realised what she’d done and had already used the same cubical at half time !!!!

Gary would be proud 

After that embarrassment we walked to our evening restaurant which specialised in pork

Joss, Hattie and I had the spare ribs and Kieren had pulled pork and mash

It was delicious 

I’d also ordered 2 large beers for Joss and I - I didn’t realise they’d be that big!!!!

After this we were all knackered so called it a night - who knew holidaying could take so much out of you???