Saturday, May 13. Other than the lost luggage, the flights were fine. Took the light rail into Bergen, then walked to our hotel, a comfortable stroll. Left what bags we had and then immediately went to the famous hot dog stand. I had a reindeer sausage dog, twice the size of the roll. With the toppings, it was a messy affair. No seating. Birds literally tried to nibble while we were eating. An unremarkable taste, but a memorable meal.

Shopped for a few toiletries in a small mall. Then rode the nearby funicular to a viewing/recreation area that has a sweeping view of the city. We’d read that Bergen had about 60 days of sunlight per year. This was one of those days. The mountain top was crowded with locals as well as tourists. Children feeding dandelions to goats. Large playground.

Took the funicular back down rather than walk the long pathway. Wandered through the fish market. Neither of us had much interest in a large complex meal, so we ate in a simple pizza joint.

Turned in early and slept 10 hours.