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             Sept.
            17-21, 1998  Oslo, NorwayLast night marked yet
            another of many firsts in our travels. We took an overnight train from
            Copenhagen to Oslo. If youve never had the pleasure of trying to catch a few winks
            (very few) in a bunk of a train car, you should at least once (and possibly only once)
            give this combination of transport and lodging a try. We thought such a trip would be fun,
            even a bit romantic (i.e. Risky Business for you Tom Cruise fans). 
            It wasnt exactly what we had in mind. Picture a 5x6 compartment
            with 3 bunks on each side, a total of six. Now imagine bunk mates, certainly pleasant for
            casual conversation, but not for slumber. We may have been paranoid, or just careful
            (being so new to travel, its hard to know the difference), but we slept with fully
            dressed with our money belts on and our other valuables strapped to us. Im not sure
            which was bumpier, the ride itself; or the two cameras, laptop, power plugs and converter
            that I kept rolling over on top of. In all fairness to this form of travel, I think most
            other overnight trains are a little more smooth and quiet. We discovered around mid-trip
            (about 3:00 a.m. when the customs officers came through with a host of questions and some
            VERY bright flashlights), that the first part of the trip was so rocky and so noisy
            because they loaded the train cars onto a ferry for the trip across the bay. Yes, a ferry.
            A train on a ferry -those crazy Danes! 
            Early the next morning, we stop and regroup in the Oslo station. A short
            tram ride through the city brings us to what would be the highlight of our stay  the
            distinctively delightful home and hospitality of Mr. Marius Meisfjord. The magical part of
            travel is the little pockets of pleasure derived from a memorable place, event, or in this
            case, person you encounter when you least expect it. In Oslo, it was our host that brought
            us that magic.  
             Marius is a
            friendly, open, and warm retired professor who occupies his time with, and supplements his
            pension by, renting rooms in his first floor flat. Although a rather large flat, it is
            anything but spacious. It seems that Marius is fond of collecting not only memories, but
            also things. Enough furniture and fixtures to appoint a castle, stuffed into a central
            city flat. A stay in his home is much like a mini-vacation inside a museum. It is a world
            all its own - for each piece, whether a table, chair, picture, or plate - has a story as
            unique as its setting. Ahh, if only there was time to hear all, half, or even a quarter of
            the stories. It would be a lifetime worth of education. 
             Even
            more fascinating than this museum, is the curator, our landlord. Marius
            himself is quite a sight. Curly gray locks with a beard and bushy eyebrows to match. These
            encircle his icy blue eyes, pudgy nose, and warm, almost constant smile. Although not as
            physically nimble as in days past, his mind is still at least twice as quick as most at
            half his age. 
            Instantly at ease himself, you cant help but to also feel this way
            in his company. His English is an interesting mix of a large vocabulary with accurate
            grammar, coated with a heavy syrup of Norwegian accent. It takes a little time and
            concentration, but eventually you learn not only to understand Marius, but also appreciate
            the slight, clever, and dry humor he tosses into almost every response. A laugh or chuckle
            from you signaling your understanding of his wit, will undoubtedly encourage him for more
            and cause his eyes to twinkle with satisfaction. Within a few short hours of sharing his
            warm and inviting home, the temptation to adopt Marius as an honorary grandfather or
            eccentric uncle is all but impossible to resist. 
            Our departure Monday morning was a difficult one. Our new friend walked
            us out to the street, gave Laura the traditional 3 kisses on the cheek, gave me a half hug
            and one of those firm, understanding with no-need-to-speak handshakes, and sent us on our
            way with an open invitation to return, and a lingering wave goodbye. May Marius have many
            more years of spreading joy and goodwill among travelers lucky enough to choose his as
            their home away from home in Olso. And may you, if ever in this Norwegian city, call
            22.55.38.46 to find Marius Museum has an open room, soft pillow, and welcoming host
            for your stay. 
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