Alta to Oslo

I woke up around midday. Late, I know. What a waste of the day… Having said that, I got up half an hour later than that. I must have been tired. I knew Ingred was at work so after breakfast, I got on the Box again until 3 when she got home. Turns out she had overslept and arrived about an hour late. We had some lunch and sat around again for a bit. She had to go back to work so we left a bot earlier than I normally would to get to the airport, but she gave me a lift so I can’t complain about that. We said out goodbyes and I checked in ect ect ect. I had to wait a little while for my flight. It was probably 2 hours. The flight itself was uneventful. Not much to say about that one.

When I arrived into Oslo, I made my way to Alex’s. He was my new host. I had sent out a bunch of requests but being mid December, people were busy with school and Christmas stuff so they all said no. I put myself on the general “I need a couch” section and Alex had replied. He gave me his number and I thought, well why not. His profile was a little strange but he had plenty of good references so I didn’t think it would be much of a risk. I caught public transport to his house, trains/metro and a bus and happened to meet him on the street just outside his house. He took me to his apartment where we hung out for a bit. I had arrived at 10:00ish but had eaten on the way so I didn’t need any dinner. We sat around chatting until about 12:30. He had explained a few of the house rules which is completely fine except one of them I didn’t really like very much. That one was that he didn’t like his surfer to be in the house without him. It wasn’t about a key situation like with Irene, it was a security thing. I kind of understand. He has up to two other room mates, one of them being the owner of the building, and he was worried that the surfer might steal something from them. If you invite someone into your house, that is always a possibility. You have read my profile, you have seen that I have references stating that I am a good person to host and trustworthy. If you don’t think I am trustworthy, don’t invite me in. Simple as that. It’s not like I have to wait for you to be out of the house to steal something. I could wait until your in the shower, or even just the toilet. Run into one of there rooms, snatch something and either act like nothing happened, or bail. I didn’t think it would be much of a problem, until the following morning…

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