TO get to the Science Museum, we travel through the morning sunlight and mountains of Kjelsas, a little suburb a tram ride away from the centre of Oslo. On the way to the building, we buy watermelon slices from some children setting up a stall at the side of the road. The silent hilltop town just seems too beautiful. The museum, to put it simply, is amazing. We spend the morning dancing to A-Ha on samply synths, using split second timers to race each other, making wind tunnels, and playing on tiny roundabouts. It sparks a discussion that culminates in Ellie and Sofia agreeing to create the most interactive and interesting exhibition ever, in any country other than the US (reminder that Sofia is Mexican and Ellie is a #DirtyCommie).
WE wind back through the valley and back into town, where we stop off a few stops early at a food festival, comprising of about 20 marquees selling snacks of every kind. Sofia grabs me some empanadas (in Spanish) and we wander through a maze of pakora, Thai curry, tapas, samosas, and the largest amount of olives I've ever seen. There's also a little stall of Norwegian sausages but it looks a bit sad and neglected in amongst the beautiful freshly cooked noodles. On the way back to the hostel, we pick up some free juice, stare at a girl with emerald green hair crossing the road, and stare at some girls in fancy dress, who wave manically at us.
LATER, we go to an exhibition at a contemporary art museum from a number of Chinese artists. I spend nearly all my time sitting in a box watching a utopian simulation. It makes me incredibly sad. We walk back along the waterfront, which looks essentially the same as in every other European city - grey and glass and black, and populated by expensive restaurants. We do stop for ice cream though because the view is quite nice. Back at the hostel it's what will be the first of many quesadilla nights back at the hostel, and the salsa drips down our fingers as we mingle with a few new arrivals in between mouthfulls of melting cheese.
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