Not so Sonny Bergen
Not so Sonny Bergen So after a short but expensive stay in Oslo, I was off to Bergen. The train ride was amazing. Went from summer to winter to spring and back to summer as I went over the mountains. At one stop on top there were people kite skiing. My father was here last year kite skiing at the same spot. When I arrived in Bergen I was met by Kjell Tore, a friend of my family’s. He had traveled northern Canada a few times and became friends with my father who, not being able to pronounce his name, gave him the nickname Sonny. I did not know that until this trip. Not so Sonny Bergen indeed. Anyway, Sonny had tickets to a football game so it was straight from the station to the field. This was very cool as I still hadn’t been to a football match while in Europe. The next day was Norway’s national day so the town was very busy. Most people, including Sonny, dress up in their traditional clothing for the day. Was very neat to see everyone, young and old, taking p...