Jet lag, my old nemesis, you’ve returned. Fortunately, flying west-to-east isn’t as bad if you stay up to your normal bedtime the previous night, unfortunately, I got just enough sleep on the flight to be completely out of sync, and slept fitfully at best. But there’s things to do, so off we go into Oslo.
If breakfast at this hotel is anything to go by, I’m not going to have any trouble staying nourished.
The breakfast at Scandic Victoria (Rosenkrantz Gate) in Oslo left nothing to be desired. At least half a dozen types of meats and cheeses, two types of smoked salmon was a good way to start the day. (Warren Schultz)