September 2005 – Urban Giraffe

Exploring Oslo

So I’ve had a few days experience of Oslo and my thoughts so far are:

It’s full of shiny new people and things
It’s very clean
Oslo has big traffic congestion problems
Norway has a lot of laws
The hotel has free wi-fi access in all rooms – nice!
It is expensive, but no more so than London
I’ve not seen a fish anywhere (although I think they are just hiding out of sight)
People get called Odd and Even
Most people have an almost perfect understanding of English, and can speak it with very little accent. I’ve been told that English is compulsory at schools from the age of 8 onwards. I suspect that the similarity in structure of English and Norwegian and Swedish may also be a contributing factor. Whatever the reason, I am in awe.
I met an old Odd guy who says his father tried to assassinate Trotsky when he was living here in Norway
I can once again buy goodies such as muffins and NME magazine. It really is a rock-star life-style I lead.

I am going to Norway today, for three weeks on business. I’ve never been to Scandanavia before so I’m looking forward to the trip, and especially to seeing the Norwegian countryside. My flight leaves in about 3 hours and everything is packed (excepting the computer I’m typing this on). I hate this dead-time before a big trip as I’m too jittery to do anything, but too organized to leave everything until the last minute.

People keep telling me that Norway is a very expensive country, and that I should expect to eat a lot of fish. I suspect the first is very likely to be true, and the second may just be a cultural stereotype. I’ll find out soon enough!

Anyway, here’s the extent of my Norwegian knowledge:

munch

After realizing my passport runs out in a few months, I’m feeling very much like that.

Isolating bubble

It’s been a busy month and I’ve barely had time to sit down, let alone write anything here. To top it all, both my parents have been hospitalized in some manner: my Dad suffered a ruptured bowel and underwent an emergency operation, and my Mum broke her shoulder.

It’s at times like these that you really notice how complicated living in another country can be. Not only do you feel helpless and so very far away, but even trying to find information can be problematic. For example, in calling the hospital about my Dad, I had to prove that I was directly related to him. This is easy to do in person, but how can you do it over the phone? Beyond birth date (which I know for many people), there is little that both myself and the hospital would know.

After convincing the staff that I was a real son, I then discovered that the phones provided to patients are on a premium-rate line anyway. That’s right, to call someone in the hospital you need to pay through the nose.

This quite astounded me as it seems tantamount to blackmail – pay up or we won’t tell you how your relative is. If you don’t care then don’t bother, but if you do then give us your money. Is this what hospitals have come to? An opportunity to outsource and have a money-grabbing company leech off the sick?

Month: September 2005

Exploring Oslo

Organizing Norway

Isolating bubble