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When I arrived in Bergen on the evening ferry, I had a tricky task waiting for me. It was about 2130 and the sun was setting. I had a map that listed 2 hostels. I had absolutely no map of the place (and Bergen is a big place). I was able to track down the first hostel by using the classic "ask a cab driver" trick. But they were closed up pretty tight. Hmmm. I went back down to the docks. The other hostel was called Montana. Oh great, that's encouraging. I had no idea which of the many surrounding mountains it might be perched on. I was able to make a phone call and they were open. Miracle 1 and 2. Miracle 3, 4, and 5 - he spoke English, they had a room, and I was able to follow his very complicated directions from memory. So here's where I stayed in Bergen - in the room with the laundry in the window in fact.
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