Drammen 2007
So now you've seen everything.
Drammen is an industrial city just down the coast from Oslo, and it has a reputation; "Once you've seen Drammen, you've seen everything in Norway". Of course, to us this would mean that Drammen is representative of everything in Norway, but it seems the real meaning is lost in translation. What they mean is that Drammen is thought of as a hick/hillbilly city, and it is the last place that you would ever want to visit in Norway. So by the time you get to Drammen, surely you must have seen everything else first. Still, if this is the worst that they have to offer...
Arch in the Drammen museum.
Traditional houses and barns.
Public toilets.
A wild moose wondering through the museum.
No, I never know the names.
Museum building. Big. Plain. Ugly.
Bullrushes.
A nice colour scheme.
Oslo has the Holmenkollen ski jump, Drammen has this ski slope. The only patch of snow from here to Oslo. On this baking hot day in the city, we were passing skiers dressed in thick arctic suits, carrying their skis.
Stained glass toilet window. Isn't the idea of a toilet room window to be frosted so that people don't want to look at it?
Looking down the river towards the fjord.
The waterfront, with its resteraunt. Other buildings also adorn the waterfront, with "interesting" names, such as ...
Ass buggery.
Ass. A warm and energetic ass.
A Chinese facade, on an ugly building.
The town square, with two fake castles (hotels), and church spire.
Noah, we forgot to make it big enough for the animals.
The fashionable city trees. No different from Oslo.
This building is the central business district, where all residents work.
Now I see why this place has its reputation. They can't even put up a street name without someone stealing all the vowels. Honestly, 7 consonants for one vowel - that's just evil. Says the man who lives in Wales.
More thefts. This house has stolen all of the satellite dishes from their neighbours.
A house on a hill.
The church that dominates the town square, surrounded by piles of melting snow.
Snow cave.
Church chimneys, one of which does not seem to know which way is up.
A small house.
Stacked wooden mansions. This looks like it must be the rich district.
Reversed colour scheme from earlier, with elaborate detailing.
A steep road takes us up the hill to the edge of the city.
In Norway, even postboxes get their own house.
At last we get high enough to see up the valley, to the rest of the city.
Down to the main part of the city, with the bridges across the estuary.
A tree-lined gulley climbing up the hillside.
This is the worst that Norway has to offer. I have yet to find such nice houses in UK.
Bottles.
Intense, exhilerating, uplifting, glorious gang-felt. Indeed.
Seems we found Norway's primary importers of cars and vans.
Remember, the worst that Norway has to offer.
Is this really such a bad place?
Back down at the estuary.
This tiny island is in the middle of the river, and no less than 5 bridges come together at this point, hopping on and off the island.
Stacked bridges.
The edge of the river has been resculpted into fake beaches. They look completely out of place, and very silly.
Trying to make the most out of it.
A bridge between fake beaches.
Under the boardwalk pier.
Public transport for ducks. So now, you really have seen everything.
Arch in the Drammen museum.
Traditional houses and barns.
Public toilets.
A wild moose wondering through the museum.
No, I never know the names.
Museum building. Big. Plain. Ugly.
Bullrushes.
A nice colour scheme.
Oslo has the Holmenkollen ski jump, Drammen has this ski slope. The only patch of snow from here to Oslo. On this baking hot day in the city, we were passing skiers dressed in thick arctic suits, carrying their skis.
Stained glass toilet window. Isn't the idea of a toilet room window to be frosted so that people don't want to look at it?
Looking down the river towards the fjord.
The waterfront, with its resteraunt. Other buildings also adorn the waterfront, with "interesting" names, such as ...
Ass buggery.
Ass. A warm and energetic ass.
A Chinese facade, on an ugly building.
The town square, with two fake castles (hotels), and church spire.
Noah, we forgot to make it big enough for the animals.
The fashionable city trees. No different from Oslo.
This building is the central business district, where all residents work.
Now I see why this place has its reputation. They can't even put up a street name without someone stealing all the vowels. Honestly, 7 consonants for one vowel - that's just evil. Says the man who lives in Wales.
More thefts. This house has stolen all of the satellite dishes from their neighbours.
A house on a hill.
The church that dominates the town square, surrounded by piles of melting snow.
Snow cave.
Church chimneys, one of which does not seem to know which way is up.
A small house.
Stacked wooden mansions. This looks like it must be the rich district.
Reversed colour scheme from earlier, with elaborate detailing.
A steep road takes us up the hill to the edge of the city.
In Norway, even postboxes get their own house.
At last we get high enough to see up the valley, to the rest of the city.
Down to the main part of the city, with the bridges across the estuary.
A tree-lined gulley climbing up the hillside.
This is the worst that Norway has to offer. I have yet to find such nice houses in UK.
Bottles.
Intense, exhilerating, uplifting, glorious gang-felt. Indeed.
Seems we found Norway's primary importers of cars and vans.
Remember, the worst that Norway has to offer.
Is this really such a bad place?
Back down at the estuary.
This tiny island is in the middle of the river, and no less than 5 bridges come together at this point, hopping on and off the island.
Stacked bridges.
The edge of the river has been resculpted into fake beaches. They look completely out of place, and very silly.
Trying to make the most out of it.
A bridge between fake beaches.
Under the 
Public transport for ducks. So now, you really have seen everything.