In any case, the room was really awesome! Until... We found unexplained blood stains on where the three guys were sleeping... Think about it: some ulu hospital; blood stain. And we haven't solve this mystery even now as we leave this city. Bed bugs? Maybe; but no bodies were found. Bleeding wounds on our legs? No scars on any of us. Mosquitoes? No bites. Eerie huh.
Putting that behind us, Preikestolen!!! Hike up was somewhat nostalgic which kinda explained why most of the time I prefer to trek alone ahead of the pack, away from all the socialization and just quietly reminisce the time we've had. Hike wasn't easy especially for the girls as expected, but the scenery on the pulpit rock was definitely worth the climb. Sitting on the edge of the world felt pretty surreal. Apparently 1-4 people die from the attraction every year and mostly because of suicidal acts; but yep, we weren't one of them. Also had the chance to find some secluded corner with a nice view of the fjord; this view became the nicest one I've ever peed with:
Super windy and cold so after all the photo taking and chilling (literally) we decided to start our hike down earlier (but mostly because the main pack took almost 3 hours to come up when it's expected to be a 2 hours trek, due to the fact that they stopped for photo taking every other 15mins). So down we go. And nope, we didn't catch the bus lol. Sat down our this hostel and the staff came out to give us hotdog sausages and we went kids-saw-Santa kind of surprised (please understand that hotdog buns here cost around S$10 on the lower range).
Took the ferry back wanting to have a nice proper dinner but realize it was a European Sunday (aka everything is closed) so we desperately went into teir convenient store (not 7-eleven, but their competitor) and bless us, they sell noodles and carbonara! 200g of microwaved, steaming hot chicken noodle with garlic chilli that was super spicy, plus 500ml of chocolate milk; and a second portion of 100g of carbonara, plus another 500ml of strawberry milk - best meal I've every had in Norway so far (and all these total up to less than what it would have cost for a McDonald's meal). Went back for an early night and decided to postpone our leftover itinerary to the next day cos everyone was exhausted.
Buffet breakfast, packing of bags, continued wondering of the blood stain mystery, and finally we checked out. While walking towards the city centre, a sudden crazy itch attacked my legs and I tried so hard to tell myself mind-over-body to no avail, thank goodness Jiahan brought some antibiotic cream (after realizing he brought an empty body of medicated oil) and it worked wonders. Walked the old town of Gamle Stavanger and it wasn't exactly old but felt more abandoned instead. Øvre Holmegate, as suggested by TripAdvisor, was disappointing but not after we "accidentally" chanced upon this other pretty above-average street of Øvre Strandgate (no prize for guessing what accident caused us to walk into this similar sounding street) where we snapped some photos and the odd-numbered row of white houses stopped at number 67 after I tried so hard to find #69.
Learnt out lessons and walked to queue up for the bus to get good seats; and good seats we indeed have. Now let's just hope the better seats will make this 5 hours journey back more bearable.
