Across from the museum, found an amazing park, with very Scandinavian looking trees, like firs. Then realized that everything I know about Norway could comfortably be fitted on the back of a very small stamp, with ample room left over for everything I know about Scandinavia. Lars von Trier, Hans Christian Anderson... but neither are Norwegian. Remembered I studied Norway in high school in South Africa, dimly remembered Bergen, fjords, and Trondheim. Also that I was 15 when I studied these. Wow. Then wandered around a lot more, found an incredible statue of King Haakon (king of Norway from 1905 to 1957) and then later found myself at a very peaceful and ordered cemetery. Then tried to get back to the hotel and ended up frantic and confused (and had more sympathy for Harrison Ford, who apart from being lost a lot also had to contend with trying to retrieve his wife, dog, and three children). Eventually sold out and took a taxi back, switched on the TV and saw that Harrison Ford's family had been returned to him, and that he was not frantic, but even more confused because for the first time in the movie he actually had a family and didn't seem to know what to do with them.