..is the day I’ve been dreading all summer. My bestie, Tonje, is leaving me. She’s moving to Oslo to go to school. I really have no idea what I’m gonna do here in Bergen without her, but one thing’s for sure; this whole moving thing stunt will mean a LOT of trips to the capital for me when I get back from NY.

Tonje is so cute. Her only requirement now that she’s apartment hunting, is that the bedroom is big enough to fit a guest bed into it, so that I can come over as much as I want. Isn’t that beyond adorable?

I don’t really understand why she wants to move there anyway. I much prefer Bergen to Oslo. But then again, I’ve only been to Oslo once in my “adult” life, and I didn’t get the best impression of the city.

We went there with the entire third grade of my high school. Everyone had to take the night train, which we were not too thrilled about. But of course, something had to happen to make the matter a whole lot worse. The airhead sitting behind us fell asleep with tobacco in his mouth. This of course ended with him throwing up a whole year’s supply of food, mixed with stomach acid and of course the tobacco, on the back of our seats. Which of course lead to us standing in the opposite end of the train for most of the ride. Great start.

When we arrived in Oslo, we had to attend SUPEREXCITING lectures. We could barely contain ourselves!!

Everyone had to sleep at Anker Hostel, where the amount of bedbugs gave the stars in the sky serious competition as far as quantity goes. Bedbugs 1 – Stars 0.

When the evening came, we were all ready to hit the town, and we went to.. wait for it.. TROMPETEN! I trust the people there wearing neon colored dresses, showing way too much of each butt cheek and practically humping each others legs on the dance floor represented a good selection of Oslo’s finest youth. Or..?

The only time smiles were to be seen, was when we had 10 minutes to go shopping before we had to go home.

So.. Do I have any readers who live in Oslo? If so; how well does my interpretation of the city match with reality? I have a feeling I might have had some serious bad luck as to where we went and what we did, and I’m very ready to give Oslo another chance when I get back from NY : )

Psst: I have one hilarious experience from Oslo that I’ll never forget. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.