Waving goodbye to Bergen I boarded the first train back to Oslo. Now, whether it was because I stayed up late chatting or the early morning wake up call to catch my seat, I fell asleep almost as soon as I sat down.
At first this was alright, as I knew it was only a mild slumber and was easily waking up at most distractions be it a message on the tannoy, or a sharp bend in the rail; however, as we left Arna I fell down the rabbit hole. It wasn’t until I felt a slight tapping on my shoulder did I realise this; it was the conductor, she wanted to see my ticket. That was rather embarrassing.
The rest of the journey was rather uneventful and culminated in my arrival at Oslo station once again. I really couldn’t justify spending over 14 hours on a train so instead I disembarked at Oslo and spent a final night there.
The next day I woke to catch my next train to Stockholm. Unfortunately the only direct trains were either 6am or 8pm so I had to settle for a change in Göteborg. A 7 hour journey awaited me again. This too was pretty standard apart, from the fact that at no point was there any border patrol. Getting into Sweden from Denmark, and getting into Norway from Sweden, there was passport checks and customs officers lurking about. With this trip, nothing. I found this slightly concerning in a way as there’s no evidence I left Norway but also nice as I wasn’t harassed about my movement.
Once in Göteborg I found my next train and boarded that. Got off in Stockholm to find my hostel.
Ultimately, being stuck on a train for 14 hours over two days is not fun, not fun at all.