Oslo is a place I have been many time due to the numerous amount of Norwegians who studied with me at Leeds College of Music in the UK. Life here is geared towards the outdoors and the beautiful harbour our 145,000 ton ship docked in is packed full with yachts and boats of all shapes and sizes.
We only had three hours in port so I walked the short distance to Karl Jonas Gate, the main street that leads up the hill to the unimpressive royal palace. As the sun emerged from behind the clouds the royal guards stood ready for presentation for the tourists. The small sergeant in charge of his troops inspected each soldier making sure they looked spick and span for the growing crowd that arrived to watch the changing of the guard.
At 11.15am the bugle players on the far end of the unit put their horns to their lips and blew a harmonised melody that quickly floated away with the growing wind. None of the guards moved an inch and instead stood rigid as a lamp post on a calm winters day. This farce continued repeatedly and I eventually decided it was time to head back to the ship.
The saturated grey clouds overhead started to pour as I walked back past handfuls of people running for cover. I shuddered as I hurried past a seven-piece brass band braving the cold playing a waltz for anyone who cared. Norway is a beautiful place, but it's a shame about the weather.
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