Caught the ferry from Fredrikstad to Tonsberg in Titanic sinking waters. Waves as high as the boat and winds whipping up a literal storm outside, had me questioning if the flight would be a go. From here it was a quick bus ride to the airport in Torp and then off to Italy, no problems at all.
Only problem was missing the bus to the ferry but Knut Erin drove me instead and this worked out well as i would otherwise have not had enough cash left to pay for it!
Flight to Italy was the usual except for flying over the Alps. And they were perhaps just the Bergamo Alps and not the big ones? Either way they were a sight to behold. One of the many things I have seen on this trip that makes you stop to stare and try to etch into your memory to draw up in drearier times. They stretched into the distance, white capped mountains, darkened valleys and another perfect blue sky with the sun lighting the tips to make the white even more briliant. I'd not even try to use similes to describe it as the thing itself was so good that I could only fall short in trying. Really was spectacular. Then as we neared Bergamo the white fell away to show the greens and browns beneath and then the city opened before our eyes as the plane swooped for a turn. Italy, the outskirts at least, are just as you'd imagine.
Then I was off to Milan to spend the night with my first couch surfing host...
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