When it comes to photographic composition, I am a shotgun sniper. "It may come in useful one day", translated into latin, could be the family motto. If you are looking for anything at Roros station in July 1995 I can almost guarantee that I have picture of it. Sods law means that it will be: in the background, right on the edge of the picture and just a little out of focus. But that is history for you. If you think that the future is uncertain, ask any two historians about the past.
NSR switched my train to the afternoon departure from Bergen which, as I had also dropped the overnight in Geilo meant I arrived in Oslo late at night. The next morning I was on the train to Roros. At Hamar we played the great Norwegian party game of turning the seats around. This involves nearly everyone taking all their things out of the pockets on the seat backs in front of them standing up turning the seats around sitting down again and putting everything back in the seat pockets. As you can imagine it is families with young children and all the things they need for a long journey that have the most fun. For me the best part was when those that did not join in the game at the station, decide to play the game when the train is moving. Alas this game has past into myth and legend and yet another element that separates travel from mere movement is lost to us all.
I amended the itinerary by cutting out the overnight stay in Bergen, so that I could have an extra day in Roros. As the Bergen overnight had been cut from the holiday I thought that I would fly direct to Oslo for a night there before catching the train to Roros. But no, they kept the full itinerary just cutting out the hotel in Bergen. This meant my train left Bergen for Oslo about the same time I left Gatwick for Bergen.