Where is Rick Steves? I`d like to ring his bell

I mentioned in my last post that Rick had 3 strikes against him (or at least his guide book). That post was made from the train station. This one is coming from our Hostel. Notice the time difference. It took us forever to get here. No, literally, foever. Look at the time stamp. That`s a long time for a trip that`s only two stations on the subway. This is how bad it was.....I didn`t take a single picture. Need I say more?

I mentioned earlier that Rick (our at least his book had) 3 strikes against him. I can`t remember them all, but suffice to say, now he has 4. Actually, after this last one, he may have 5! Yep, it was that bad. Now, I don`t expect a guide book to have a map to everything - that would be impossible. But, if you`re going to have directions in your book, make them have some semblance of accuracy. Or even actual directions. Something. You could go so far as to have someone like me write them, but I`m not even asking for that. Tonight, we wanted to get to the hostel. So, we followed the directions. We took the subway and walked. Chris just came by. He explains it this way...he just leaves out all the important information on how to get from point A to point B. I love how that man can sum up exactly what I´m trying to say so perfectly. Back to the story. Rick says you take the subway, and it`s right there.

Rick says it`s, "across the street from T-bana: Rådmansgatan, just off Sveavägan at Rehnsgatan 21." What he fails to mention is that you have to walk a couple of blocks down the S-street (in the right direction, mind you) to the street named Rehnsgatan, making sure not to go down the first street that has that on the street sign and thereby thinking you are on the right street and unable to find the hostel and so trying the door code on every possible door and finally stopping in a posh hotel to ask for help. The hotel guy was actually helpful - in a round about way. He drew it on the map and I noticed he indicated the correct street was one over from where we though. Whadday know, when we looked up, the street name had changed (and we both saw it, so we weren`t just wrong). Finally, we found the hostel, and I can only describe it as......charming. So far so good! I just glad to have my pack off my shoulders. It`s somehow jacked up and putting pressure on the nerve in the front of my shoulder when I carry it, but we can`t seem to figure it out.

So, I´m tired, painfully thirsty, I stink, my breath is horrible, and I`ve got a case of the grumps. But we`re here, and we`re off to bed. Stinking Oslo. This is all Oslo`s fault. (Chris is now sitting here waiting for me, trying to read the comics in Swedish. He just giggled. Is there something I should know?)