You know, for a city famous for its rain, and pretty much naught else, Bergen has surprisingly few safeguards in place too keep the sidewalks from becoming rivers. My soaked socks are prepared to testify to this.

I have lost weight. I know this, because my belt no longer properly holds my trousers up. This means I have to stop and pull them up every thirty seconds or so, and that I still end up with thoroughly wet cuffs.

What really cinched the morning though, was the bus driver, who was standing at the bus stop, only a meter or so ahead of the shed, waiting for a light which had just turned red, and still refused to open the door and let me in.

Oh what a glorious day.