How to Handle Itinerary Changes Like a True Type B

About a month ago (or so), I won the business trip lottery and got to go to Norway. Norway has been on my countries-to-visit bucket list for approximately 21 of my 26 years, starting when I learned that my great grandmother had been born there. Since she married another Norwegian, I get to call myself a quarter of a Viking.

Since it was a business trip, it almost meant I had to travel by myself. But despite that, I decided to leave on Friday instead of Sunday so that I got to spend an extra day and a half touring around. My original travel plans went like this:

  • Fly to Oslo through London (1.5 hour layover)
  • Catch a train from Oslo to Bergen (7-hour train ride)
  • Spend the night in Bergen
  • Spend the morning in Bergen until noon
  • Catch the train back to Oslo from Bergen
  • Eat dinner
  • Sleep
  • Work

Due to a number of various things (extra-long security in Heathrow, getting up early, missing a train), my actual trip went like this (overlaps highlighted):

  • Fly to London
  • Stand in a useless security line for .75 hours
  • Miss flight to Oslo by a single minute
  • Realize there's no possible way for me to catch the train
  • Tell the customer service person to fly me to Bergen instead
  • Realize I now have an 8-hour layover in London
  • Head into London for the morning/afternoon
  • Fly to Bergen
  • Spend the night in Bergen
  • Resolve to get up early and get an earlier train to Oslo
  • Miss earlier train to Oslo, but realize there's another an hour later stopping at Myrdaal
  • Hang out in Bergen for an hour
  • Take the train to Myrdaal
  • Realize I have three hours between trains
  • Find out I have just enough time to take another train to a town at the bottom of a fjord (Flåm)
  • Go to Flåm for 20 minutes
  • Return to Myrdaal
  • Wait for 40 minutes to catch the Myrdaal - Oslo train
  • Make it to Oslo
  • Eat dinner
  • Sleep
  • Work

As a result of my ultra-spontaneous route, I ended up being REALLY thankful I was traveling by myself. Going solo also meant that I had no one of my personal acquaintance to witness when I totally wiped out while standing up on the train resulting in bruises for weeks, so...#blessed.

I know what you've really been waiting for is pictures, so I'll stop waxing eloquentish here and just put those up instead.

 Brief stop in Notting Hill...

Brief stop in Notting Hill...

 ...with a run to Portobello Road Market.

...with a run to Portobello Road Market.

 The train to Flam...

The train to Flam...

 ...where I caved on my loose no-selfie policy.

...where I caved on my loose no-selfie policy.

 Back in Myrdaal, waiting for the train to Oslo.

Back in Myrdaal, waiting for the train to Oslo.

 On the train to Oslo...

On the train to Oslo...

 ...over the very top of mountains!

...over the very top of mountains!

 Sometimes there were houses up there.

Sometimes there were houses up there.

 And I finally made it Oslo, where there was an ancient fortress.

And I finally made it Oslo, where there was an ancient fortress.

 The end!

The end!