It may not have been her fabled idea of Asgard, but the Norwegian capital certainly lived up to the dreams of this young Singaporean traveller thanks to a warm female Viking.
7/11/2014 11:51:36 AM
|written By : Yaw Min Jie|
So much for summer in Europe. The breeze had such a bite it made my knees shake.
“It’s too cold here,” I whined, feeling cheated. I had brought a suitcase full of shorts, skirts and cropped tops as I envisioned a gentle breeze, cradling my belly-button a la Miley Cyrus. However, like Miley, all I got was regret for baring too much skin. I had to call my brother, who would join us in London, to bring long pants and a thick jacket.
So I donned clingy Uniqlo jeggings and a pseudo leather jacket, pleased that I would face Oslo without doing a drugged penguin impersonation as I attempted to walk fast and restrain my behind from jiggling. I was wrong. It was colder.
While looking for Akershus Fortress, I decided it would be cooler to be a frost giant rather than a drugged penguin.
“I am Loki of Asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I would intone. Standing atop a rock that was probably older than my great-grandfather, I felt majestic as I grabbed a stick and waved it at random Norwegians and feathered species. The people did not seem impressed by a Chinese rendition of Loki. The birds flew away. My brother just told me to “bugger off!” (pardon the French).
I guess I did not have Tom Hiddleston’s charisma.