In Mo I Rana we'd waited for shops to open at 10 when they said they'd open at 9, and then closed a couple of hours later, a tourist bureau that never opened despite the opening hours proudly proclaiming it would, an east-facing unventilated room in the middle of summer (good morning 3am sun!), the news that no buses ran to the glacier, extremely overpriced crappy pizza, being divebombed by a protective mother seagull, and then this: the fact that on Sundays, the station didn't open until 1.45pm so we couldn't stash our bags in the lockers that were inside the station and go for a perhaps redeeming walk up the mountain to see a better view of the glacier. It was 10.30am. We sat outside the station with our bags until the train arrived at approximately 2.15pm.