The plane touched down in Oslo. I considered my options and came to the conclusion that the only reasonable thing was to start swiping on Tinder - I like to remind myself that however bad things seem, it can always get worse, it's important to keep perspective, you know?
Anyway, I go on swiping and it's quite a revelation because people actually wear proper clothes here, not just hiking gear. Obviously they have a few pictures of them in the mountains, but it's quite staged. Not like in Tromsø where those girls actually live that life. Once I swiped on someone eating raw eggs out of the belly of a salmon. God bless you, Stine, wherever you are.
People are quite urban, as in they wear aggressively unfashionable things from vintage shops. Like oversized pants, chunky dad-sneakers and those really really thin sunglasses. For some reason, everyone is always squatting down as well. I'm from the wild north where there is no room for ironic dressing, we dressed to survive.
But I liked it (?). There was this girl who was posing with a guitar and it seemed like she actually played in a proper band. I gave her a super-like because I'm a risky motherfucker.