7 Augustus - Frognerpark

Still getting used to the very odd daylight, (ending at 10pm and starting very early) I still had trouble to sleep a little late.  As it was a Sunday, and I had realized that I could listen to Radio Kansel from here (since I haven't found out which church I would be going to), I switched my computer on and listened to quite a few talks that they had, most of them in Afrikaans.  Outside it was silently dripping, not quite yet raining.  I didn't want to sit at my place the whole day, so I changed into some comfortable clothes, my newly bought rain boots and my poncho. Just before I headed outside the drops of rain started to get bigger.  By the time I got to the tram stop it was very close to pouring.  When I arrived at my drop-off point, I had to figure out in what direction I must go. Luckily, with the help of a few locals, I found my way quite easily.   The rain had slowed down a bit from when I climbed off the tram.  I walked down a street with treetops hugging at the top until I spotted very big gates on my right hand side - Frognerpark.  I went inside.  At my right hand side I found the statue of Gustav Vigeland, the man who made all of the sculptures in the park. Rows of trees greeted me on each side and beyond them in front of me, I could make out a fountain figure and some big sculpture.  I progressed on a path through the trees on my right hand side, hearing the soft howling of gulls somewhere closeby and the hum of an accordion playing melancholic melodies.   At the other side of the trees was a bridge with quite a lot of sculptures on each side.  They were weird and wonderful.  At this stage  the cap of my poncho covering my head anymore, my camera was locked in my wet hands...and the rain was starting to pour.   Beyond the bridge lovely wet rose gardens greeted me.  And beyond them a beautiful fountain made of sculptures.  Beyond the sculpture fountain were more gardens with different colourful flowers. But my camera didn't want to take photos anymore, it had gotten too wet.  As it was definitely pouring now, I decided to turn around and head back to the tram stop.  I could always come back on a sunny day to look at the rest.  When I reached my place I was soaking wet with the garantee of a cold!