In 1986, my husband was working with a technology company in Pune when he was offered a one-year posting as a consultant in Oslo, Norway. It was an exciting opportunity, but our plan was always to return to Pune once his project ended.

The following summer, in 1987, I visited him in Norway for a few weeks. With no intention of settling there and just starting our careers, we didn’t have much in savings. Yet, he carefully planned a memorable trip for us—a journey to Bergen by train, followed by a coastal ferry ride to North Norway. This adventure would take us across the Arctic Circle, something I never imagined experiencing.

Our train journey from Oslo to Bergen was stunning. We stopped at the picturesque towns of Flåm and Myrdal before reaching Bergen, where we planned to spend the weekend. Little did we know, it was Pentecost—a public holiday in Norway—when grocery stores closed early for the long weekend. By the time we arrived, our only option for food shopping was a petrol station!

From Bergen, we boarded the Coastal Ferry (Hurtigruten) to Bodø. The western coast of Norway is truly awe-inspiring, with its dramatic fjords and breathtaking landscapes. Traveling on a budget, we skipped the expensive onboard meals and opted for sandwiches, fruit, and coffee whenever the ferry docked at a new port. Despite the modest meals and the chilly weather (I was bundled up in winter clothes during summer!), the experience was magical.

Back in Oslo, we spent time with my husband’s Norwegian colleagues and Noel from the Norwegian Goan association, who warmly welcomed us into their lives. We were invited to their homes, went on a boat trip, a drive to Tjøme and more. It was heartwarming to connect with such friendly people and build lasting friendships.

Even now, decades later, we remain in touch with many of them. That summer wasn’t just a trip—it was the beginning of lifelong bonds and cherished memories.