The Twelfth Day: Vigeland Park, National Folk Museum, and Return to London

Tuesday, February 18: 

Chris had a day off today, so we explored Oslo together. I'd been told to check out Vigeland Park, that it was a must-see in the city, so we went there first thing. It's a pretty cool place chock-a-block with statues depicting various aspects of the Human Condition.  (Warning, all statues are very much nudey-pants. Maybe don't look at this at work?)

Typical dad, football-holding those babies.
(American football, that is. British football, you don't use your hands, silly.)

Just a giggly, happy baby. Creepin' on us through a gate.

"Oh, you know. Just being attacked by a horde of babies."

No, Chris, your eyes are not fooling you.
You are indeed looking at a statue of a man drop-kicking a baby.
Weirdest statue of all time. 

The monolith, representative of man's desire to become close to the spiritual and divine.
It portrays a feeling of togetherness as the human figures embrace one another as they are carried toward salvation. 

"Let's give Dad a noogie!!"

Rough-housing. Typical.

One lone baby.

A woman and her... unicorn? What the...?

The most famous statue in the park, the Sinnataggen, or Angry Boy.
It's supposed to be good luck to touch his hand. Hopefully it's not a federal offense or something. 

After Vigeland Park, I dragged Chris out to the Viking Museum. He didn't get to join me yesterday, and my ticket included entrance for 48 hours. Win-win! 

And took a walk to the nearest bus-stop, passing an outdoor museum of Norway's architecture. (We didn't pay to get in, in the interest of time. And because it was pricey.)

This is right across the street from the previous photo. A nice, pretty forest area and you turn around to see this! Terrifying.

I thought the birds were pterodactyls. Velkommen, indeed!

Then, we started the trek back home. An hour bus ride from Oslo to Rygge Airport. A two hour flight to Stansted Airport, and an hour train ride to London. Yes, I was sleeping the whole way. Yes, that's why I'm awake at 1am. Yes, I regret my choices.

But boy, it's good to be home.

Cheers!

Kami & Chris, the Pseudo-Londoners