The Long Road Home…

…and it seems like it goes on forever!

Oh, I’m just being overly dramatic about my three (unsuccessful) attempts in the past 28 hours to find a place that I KNEW was over there somewhere, but I just couldn’t figure out how to get there on foot.

I didn’t know what to call this post about these adventures of mine: I was considering “YOU ARE HERE”, or “I’m Not Lost”, or “0 for 3”. Take your pick. This is what happens when someone has more time on their hands than usual–they just up and go somewhere; it doesn’t really matter that they do not know exactly how to get there,  because they have the time.

I wanted to get to the Mosseporten Senter–basically a large indoor mall very similar to any indoor mall one would fine in the States. I had been there before by bus and had been driven BY there several times, so I thought I had a clear idea of how to walk there. I knew it was within walking distance. Well, Norwegian walking distance anyway. So, off I went yesterday at 1:55 pm.  My first decision was based on pure intuition; even though the woman I stopped to ask where it was sort-of pointed in a different direction and mentioned that perhaps the walking trail straight ahead may lead there. Nope, I went left.  I kept hoping to see the tunnel on my right which would lead me straight to the mall. After a while, say, 35 minutes or so, the road veered right, but there was no tunnel, and I was thinking that I had gone long past where the mall was. So, I proceeded to take a walking path, uphill, heading in that basic direction. Forest to the right of me, backyards to the left of me. But, I was NOT lost.

Forest to my right, backyards to my left.

Forest to my right, backyards to my left.

The direction from whence I came.

The direction from whence I came.

Me, not lost.

Me, not lost.

Some teenagers began to appear heading towards me, so I stopped one girl because, hey, who better than a teenager would know the way to a mall, am I right? Apparently she had not aced her English class, and she was unable to help me. So, I forged on along this walking path. And just guess where this path led–yep, it led straight to the roundabout where I had originally asked the woman which direction to the Mosseporten Senter! I had just completed a lovely, one-hour long, circular walk. :-/

Today, after looking online exactly which road headed straight to the mall, and having this information securely in the VAULT, I again headed out on foot determined to get there.  Again, after about 35 minutes of walking in the opposite direction from where I went yesterday, I was nowhere near the tunnel through which I knew was the way to the mall.

This does not look like a mall.

This does not look like a mall.

So, I turned around. I had passed a posted hiking sort of map aways back, so I crossed the street and took a look. It said “YOU ARE HERE”. I saw where HERE was, and I saw where the Mosseporten Senter was, and they were NOT near one another.

This is where I was. Not where I wanted to be.

This is where I was. Not where I wanted to be.

Ugh. I continued to retrace my steps to get to the road which I saw, from the map, that led to the mall. And when I came to the start of the road, I stopped, and considered the meaning of this sign:

No Bicycles. No pedestrians.

No Bicycles. No pedestrians.

Forget it. I guess, as they say in Maine, “Ya cahn’t get theah [there] from heah [here].”. I headed home empty-handed once again.

After about 45 minutes of rest and some food, I decided to go visit an older couple who have been feeling under the weather and have not been at church lately. I packed a half dozen of my sugar cookies in a saved Greek yogurt container along with a sample pack of Starbucks Christmas Blend coffee, and quickly walked to the bus stop. I had researched their address online so had a picture in my head of where they lived and where to, approximately, get off the bus. Well, the picture in my head did not exactly match the reality of where I got off the bus. So, I walked up and down the neighborhoods, on this HILL, asked a gal and the bus driver of the next bus, and no one knew this address. I gave up, for now, and took the return bus back to the downtown, where I was able to get money from the ATM and buy the creme fraiche just in time to use the bus transfer ticket for a ride back home. Sigh. And I ate one of the sugar cookies from my bag.

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At least I got some walking in yesterday and today.

 

5 thoughts on “The Long Road Home…

  1. So what is the weather like there? Here in Grand forks we just rcvd a beautiful new coat of snow, probably 2-4 inches of all white, and it’s about 23 degrees F.

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