Departure day and I woke up at 10am and needed to pee so badly. Lene hadn’t woken up yet, but she did wake up 15min before I had to leave, so we got to say goodbye to each other. I even got to watch one episode of Riverdale on Netflix.
At the train station I was in doubt, should I ask someone to take my picture or not? There’s two ladies and a guy standing 2m beside of me, so I went over to them and ask kindly if one of them could take a picture of me, and they said yes! I had to have some pictures of me, not only selfies. Documentation.
I was so (un)lucky that I got to sit beside of a silver hair man, old man that’s. What’s up with the old people and this city anyways? I haven’t seen any young people except for the young puppies at Joe & The Juice, but that’s nothing to brag about. The other two seats on the other side of the aisle, there were two kids that HAD to whistle super loud, open and close doors with force and say everything out loud. WHERE THE FUCK WERE THEIR PARENTS? I just wanted to threw them all out of the window. Luckily for me, they got off at Kongsberg. Fuckers.
The silver hair man got himself a hotdog with mashed potatoes, and that made me want food, so I bought some waffles and a chocolate. Cold waffles. Like ICEcold waffles, even though the cashier tried to heat them up, fail.
After 4,5 hours with train, I met up with Bente at the central station to get Tarzan back. Now we are back home and listening to The Beatles with candles lit. Tarzan has fallen asleep, I was going to make waffles, but the waffles at NSB ruined everything for me, so now I don’t want any.