May 07, 2006
Nov 10, 2006
I was relieved to get off the boat in Oslo, all I wanted was a bed to crash on. I took a chance and grabbed a bus to a hostel on the outskirts of town and got lost along the way (go me!). When I got there they told me there was only one bed left, I was so happy, they had pretty much made my day. I threw some food in my mouth and crashed, it was so nice.
The day after partying on the sailboat totally sucked. I was pretty hung over, I had gotten no sleep, I was hanging out all by myself again, I had forgotten about sailing to Sweden, I was on a big boat to Oslo and I had no idea where I was staying, I was trying to sleep and the lights were on and people were being loud. It was pretty much a fucking mess in my head. Turns out being hung over by yourself in a foreign country with no sleep and riding on a boat kind of sucks. The only saving point was that I had found a small couch (I couldn't even fit on it, but I was so miserable that it didn't matter) that I was able to attempt to sleep on for the 8.5 hour ride. So there I laid on my crappy little couch, curled up in a fetal position and licking my wounds from the night before.