This caught my attention out our stateroom this morning. I would have but I couldn’t find one.

I agree. This is more interesting. As the people here say, We don’t live uphill, but downhill. Me? Taxi!

A few photos from our bus tour. We were given a few opportunities to capture photos off the bus. Beautiful.

The only Catholic Church in Bergen. St Paul’s. Lutherans have a monopoly. Built in 1870, mass in English at 15:30. It is located at Christies street and Nygård street between Lille Lungegårdsvann and Nygårdshøyden. Good luck!

We are heading downhill or something is terribly wrong with the buildings.

Same thing steeper Hill. In Norway seat belts are required even on tour buses. Thank you Norway!

Ah, the paint story. Red was the color of choice for the poor. Made cheaply easy to make originally made with blood. Good for barns. White was expensive. Only the rich could afford it. Well, except those who wanted to appear rich. They painted the front of the house white and the three remains sides red. Forgot about the other colors.

Off the bus for a photo across the harbor. Taxi!

Narrow streets big buses. A Miracle. We were given a map to help us find the ship and deposited in downtown Berge Norway. The toilets are pay toilets inmost of the cities we visited. You use your credit card. We cued in a line of tourists from a country I could not identify from their language. Each person held the door open upon exiting so the next person could use the toilet free. Brilliant! And so after that crime spree we started our own walking tour.

To the fish Market we did stroll.

We went fishing.

You lookin’ at me? No, sir....

My brother in law taught me this one. Unfortunately the coin return and floor did not yield a coin. Bummer!

Ok, down the street to one of the iconic tourist magnets in Norway. Notice the faux building facades.

I thought Carol was trying to break in until she told me to observe the door in relation to the floor to the left.

The floors outside and inside the shops were tilted. We felt like drunken sailors on shore leave. Felt good...er, different.

In the day, as the guide in our earlier bus ride warned: be careful when walking under these buildings. This is where the lady of the house threw the contents of the thunder pots. I learned to use in the day instead of the accuracy required when using exact centuries. Learned to keep my eyes open too.

On our hike back to the bus we spotted this entry into the Bergenhus fortress. Unfortunately we didn’t have time to explore. Drats!

I found Carol mesmerized by this vowing to join. It was my somber duty to inform her men only. That made for an interesting conversation all the way back to the ship.

And so we prepare to leave Bergen with lots of great memories of people, places, food and each other.

Carol, Bill and E.T. Go home.

Well, there was that bumpy bit as we flew into Tampa. Yahoo! All’s well that ends well. Well, we bounced in and took our weary but happy bodies with memories intact back to the ranch. The End.