Journal Entry - August 22nd 1935

This morning we had to collect our snow-gauges from the Geophyske Institute, but Mr Holmboe was out when we got there. A very German sort of building: equipped with everything, but with nobody about. At last we found somebody, but Mr Holmboe was out. We left our address, however, and he soon followed us to the hotel. He is a very nice man, speaking English well, has been on a short expedition to the Antarctic, and had spent 8 months in Wellington NZ which he enjoyed very much. The others had all gone out by the time we had finished this business, so Robert and I started climbing up the hill to Fløien at the top of a steep hill at the foot of which lie the docks. On the way up one got fine views of the town: of the old fortress by the quay, the town and all the hills around, and water in all directions. After lunch at the restaurant we climbed on up to the wireless station: unfortunately the clouds began to settle on the top and by the time we reached it we were walking about in a mist, and couldn’t see the top of the masts. So we walked back to Fløien, and to save time went back into the town by the rope railway. Then a bit of shopping - almost everybody speaks English - collecting things at the hotel, and then off to “Irma”.