Norway sweet Norway

Date: 20.06 – 1.08

Days: 43

Place: Blindern, Oslo, Norway

Nationalities: 89

Amount of eaten pringles: Way too big

Number of planned hikes: 3

Number of non planned hikes: 2

Top 1 meal: peanut butter jelly sandwich

Things missing: pair of shorts, friends

And here it is, my first post in English. It’s high time I started using lingua franca  since it may happen that some of the ISS people will take a look at my casual stream of consciousness. I have no idea where to begin, so maybe I’ll make my stream mainstream and start from the very beginning.

It was late Friday night that I arrived at the Lech Walesa airport in Gdansk. Tiny, scared polish girl with huge, pink suitcase wandering around terminal and wondering how the ISS was going to be. I didn’t know anything except the fact that my flight was in the morning and I had to wait for it for ages.

6:45 my plane took off and together with my polish companion, sometimes called keBarb, we started our Norwegian adventure. More sleepy than excited we arrived to Sandefjord but apparently there was no sand and I’m still confused. Anyway! At this point little did we know about the struggle that was about to happen during our first day at Blindern dormitory.

Hello beautiful yellow building, hello rose bushes, hello hill. Oh, hill. THE HILL. (or maybe hell?) The innocent-looking, a bit rocky, not really steep hill. Beautiful – one may say. Those who thought that rolling suitcases are always a good idea will probably remember the moment of carrying the suitcases up the hill on their deathbed. It was probably the only time when I was both rollin’ and hatin’. Sweat, tears, suffering, giving up and loosing hope are probably the key-words describing this sysyphiean-like task. AND IT DEFINITELY WASN’T HILL-ARIOUS.

But we managed. WE DID MANAGE. We got our keys and headed to our rooms. With taut stomach I entered my 4* apartment at the end of the corridor. Two beds, two desks, two wardrobes, two chairs, two closets – for two of us. But where was she? Who was going to be my roommate for the next 6 weeks? Still nervous I started unpacking my life from the suitcase, hands shaking.

And there she came, my roommate herself.  And from our very first talk I knew that I couldn’t have got better roommie. It was a huge relief (if some of you don’t know how huge relief looks like here’s the picture >>>CLICK<<<). MOREOVER, just after 3 hours we also became nap partners, because nothing builds stronger friendships than napping at the same time. And that’s  how our strong friendship with pillars made out of paprika pringles cans started growing.

But this Saturday was only a preview of the best six weeks of my 21years and 6months life.

TO BE CONTINUED.