Bergen

 On Saturday, July 29th, we caught the 7 a.m. Flybus from bus stop 13, transferred at the bus station and rode to the airport.  On the way, we saw smoke plumes from a currently-erupting volcano.

We flew out of Keflavik on the 10:15 Icelandair flight to Bergen, Norway, arriving around 2:35 p.m., equivalent to 12:35 in Iceland and 7:35 a.m. in Minnesota.  It was simple enough to take the Bybanen light rail train into town, theoretically arriving a two minute walk from our hotel.  However, the last two stops were shut down, so we had a slightly longer walk, from the bus station to Hotel No. 13, just off the main square.  This was the almost-perfect hotel: perfectly located, a nice (if quirkily-decorated) room, a nice breakfast included, nice staff.

We decided to try to get dinner in at Kafe Spesial before going to the 6 p.m. English-language mass at nearby St. Paul's Catholic Church.  However, our order got messed up due to a mistake on their electronic order system, and, in any case, they were very busy, so we didn't manage to eat until nearly 6:30.  

We decided to go to mass the next morning instead (in Norwegian, not English).  Since the weather was currently nice and the next day's weather probably wouldn't be (Bergen has rain about two-thirds of the days of the year), we would now go up the funicular to Fløyen.

The view from the top was spectacular.  We went for a short walk from the station to a small lake in the woods, then went back down to Bergen.

Once down, we took a walk through Brygge, the old wharf area, to the Bergenhus fortress, then back to our hotel by way of the fish market.