Bergen is ment to be the Hamburg of Norway. Rainy, -248 days of rain bring down 2548mm of water every year. – gray in gray and windy. I brought a rain jacket, just in case…
The spray rain from yesterday is long dryed and forgotten. The sun colors up the street and I can identify the eggshell colored house as a bright clean white one.
On the way I pass by the byparken, the city park.
I had the feeling that walking at least the last a part of the 1hour walk towards town could be worth it. Bearing in mind that I carry my backpack every meter I decided to take the first half by tram.
I walk without an aim just through the little lanewalks. They are cute, quite and yet centra.
I even find some graffiti. Where ever I see some of this streetarts i feel reminded on the beautiful of Melbourne. Good memories…
Walking over to the touristy area I came across the fish market and the habour. Uuuu. This is were my heart opened up again. Sail boats, fishers, cargo, rescue. Yes. This is what if missed the last three weeks. The water.
The train station where the cable cars to Fløyen leave was so over crowded. A queue of maybe 100m. Well, no way. I planed enough time for the way up, a walk, just sitting and coming down again to see the rest of this city but I absolutely don’t feel like standing in a queue waiting. So this shot is what I got from Fløyen, it needs to be enough.
It is an interesting cable car, nearly looks like a tram or bus.
My way leads me directly into the old Hanse area, it colorful houses are like a magnet. I walk through some houses, doesn’t say you shouldn’t… and in the backyard I find, hidden old gilde houses, tradings and storagehouses.
Waiting for the Bergenbahnen…