The countdown continues – two more nights and I'm on my way back home. In an effort to relieve my conscience for not taking the two week trip around Norway this summer, I continued my tour of Oslo vicinity lakes yesterday. Took my bike up to Østernvann in a constant drizzle of rain, totally underestimating how far and high up I would have to go. After getting lost a couple of times on the way – and riding at least another 2km extra – I arrived at this beautiful, secluded little lake. Almost no people and foggy weather added to the serene atmosphere. Hadn't it been for the loud gun cracks of the sport shooters practicing somewhere in the woods, it would've been almost perfect. Got myself another little slice of cliché Norwegian nature scenery nonetheless.

On a side note: I can't recommend carrying this through 1km of this while wearing these. Just a tiiiiny bit slippery. But the blueberries were tasty :)

Sometimes – very rarely – I wish I wasn't so tall. If that were the case, maybe I would have picked up riding BMX at one point or another. At my height it's just a bitch though. But hey, I can still watch the ubercool videos :)

...that makes our apartment so appealing to completely wasted drunks? Seriously, they're starting to become part of the fucking inventory on Saturday and Sunday mornings.

One week left in Oslo and I'm starting to feel a bit homey after all. And why does it not surprise me that it needed a friend back from Copenhagen to do so? Yesterday I met good buddy Henrik, who I haven't seen since our last meeting over one and half years ago. He just got back from a 4 month stint in New York, and is now trying to adapt to the somewhat slower pace of the Oslo life. Him, his girlfriend and me went out for drinks after our initial plan to go bowling didn't work out. The city was unusually crawling people as there was a friggin' megastar overload with Madonna, Metallica and Lady Gaga all having a gig in town the same night. And I guess the ones that didn't get a ticket for either of them decided to go bowling...

Anyways we ended up having a very cool, laid back time with beer, cocktails, good conversation and lots of laughs at Cafe Sør, probably my all-time favorite spot in Oslo. Unfortunately this sort of thing has happened way too little during my time here – same goes for good house parties and club nights by the way – and now that it does and probably would continue to, at least with Henrik and Gosja, I'm leaving.

:P

EDIT: Same thing yesterday, except the buddies were Stian and Erik (Deaf Center Erik, not Bleed Erik) and the locations Internasjonalen and Robinet. Great and very drunk night, should have done that more often. I'll stop bitching now.