To freely quote Back to the Future: “Doc, we better back up. We don’t have enough clothes to get up to 88.” “Clothes? Where we’re going we don’t need clothes.” – I’m wearing my last dress shirt and still have one full set of clothes (t-shirt, underpants, socks) for the airplane trip tomorrow morning.

Tonight’s “who I share my sleeping place with” roulette awarded me with 3 Norwegians. I guess the odds of getting them was quite high, considering not many people stayed for today.

So, yesterday was “move from the convention center back to civilization” day. At the after-dinner yesterday it really hit me how much fun this week has actually been and how much I’ve missed “the scene” (and by the scene I mean the people who tend to have an active role in it). I kind of miss these crazy knutepunkt people already. And I’m still in Oslo. Hmm. Should probably say some highlights from yesterday… Maybe waking up, maybe eating breakfast. Possibly going to sleep.

At this point, I’m pretty sure they’ve added something to the drinking water here. They are advertising coffee with a slogan that’s roughly “It costs more! So it has to be better!” … Only in Norway. The sleeping arrangements have slowly but surely been standardized, so it’s still 2 Israelis and 4 Swedes here with me. Yesterday’s highlights include me swearing never to dance Pornopolkka again and nice presentation about Company P’s Dollplay, something I’ve mentioned here before.

The weather was a bit gray yesterday, but that didn’t really matter so much. Also, it is to be noted that even the blisters on my feet have blisters now.

I listened to a lecture by a guy who had found enlightenment through LARP, chatted about finlandsvensk being the proper way to speak Swedish with an award-winning author and finally managed to maintain room-mates for like one day. 2 Israelis, 4 Swedes still. Very cool weather going on yesterday. Now I should go get lunch

Day three. I think the bananas are plotting against me, but I can’t really understand their simple, yet beautiful language. After moving from beautiful Oslo to the middle of nowhere, the group of two Latvians and four Danes got turned into two Israelians and four Swedes.

Now the Swedes are watching South Park and I’m blogging. We’re in the middle of nowhere and there’s 4 people in the room, one of them being a girl. And there are now three laptops on the table and active. I think there is something seriously wrong with Scandinavians.

So-far I’ve been to one (harry potter ?!!?!!) LARP and one lecture. What I’ve learned so-far is that what happens at knutepunkt stays on facebook. And it ain’t pretty. Also, I smell of smoke. Not cigarette smoke. Wood smoke.

Yesterday was a “walk and mingle” day. Went to see the Vigaland partk, will hopefully have pics of that at some point somewhere. My feet haven’t hurt this much in a while. The new knutebook looks really nice. Also, the Danish are multiplying. Now there were four.

“Someone better tell Norway, they were pretty close”

Sitting on a balcony, somewhere in Oslo.

Yesterday I arrived at Oslo airport at 18:30, managed to get to the apartment I’m staying around 19:30 and was whisked about to a restaurant around 19:35. Lots of nice people here. Went to bed sharing the flat with two Latvians, woke up and the place is now filled with Danes. Sometimes I wonder..

Also, if you ever have the opportunity to eat the special kebab at noah’s ark. do so!