Day Thirty - Jul 11, 2014

Alesund, NOR to Copenhagen, DEN

High Point: Best lunch ever, super fancy eggs benedict in Bergen. Pending the plate of meat at Laura's
Low Point: Two flights' worth of airport on an otherwise excellent day
Miles By Automobile: 14
Miles By Foot: 2
Miles By Plane: 581
Today's Antiquities: The KODE museum in Bergen, Kode 1's eighteen-meter spire, Bryggen in full sun, Copenhagen Central Station
Today's Weather: Sunny and hot in Bergen, in the high 70's. Sunny and reasonable in Copenhagen, in the 60's.
Tonight's Lodging: Laura's Flat
Touristic Events: Last of Alesund, flight to Bergen, the KODE museum, Munch's Night at Karl Johan's, a roomful of chairs, eggs benedict, Bryggen, flight to Copenhagen, dinner at Laura's flat
Travel Tip: KODE in Bergen is the museum nobody warns you is excellent, in case you don't have time for it. Make the time.

Daily Didactic

Today was a museum between two flights. We said goodbye to the perfectly functional, if uninspired, Scandic Alesund, took the short hop to Bergen, and picked up a day rental that was, on close inspection, not the day rental we'd been promised. It had the right number of wheels, so we let it go. The afternoon belonged to KODE, the Bergen art museum nobody warns you is good in case you don't have the time. We did the full lap. Munch's first masks turn up in Night at Karl Johan's, where everyone in the crowd is wearing the same nervous face; Kode 1 is built around a single chrome spire that runs the height of the room; there's a contemporary-design wing that is a roomful of chairs, which is Brian's idea of a religious experience. Theresa had a difference of opinion with a vestibule she felt was getting between her and a mural. Lunch afterward was an eggs benedict of unreasonable engineering that we will be discussing for some time. Bergen had decided to be sunny and high-seventies, the kind of day the rest of the group spent hiking Floyen while we admired it from sea level and toured the city's manhole covers instead. We found a garden, a future mountaineer of about six in a serious white dress fording a fountain, and Bryggen looking like a different town under full sun. Then the airport again, with Brian's outsized luggage in tow, a short flight, a sign in Danish with a suspicious asterisk to argue about at altitude, and Copenhagen Central depositing us into a city being reasonable about the heat. Dinner at Laura's flat, a plate of meat with sausage, may quietly edge out the eggs benedict.

Where we slept last night