Uh- uh— uh, Oslo!

And by Oslo, really I mean the taxi stand at the Rygge Moss Lufthavn. 

So, barely anything of real convenience actually flies in and out of Berlin. Thank you, Soviets for messing up air traffic for me. Could we please patch this issue up a bit? 

While we had a straight shot to Amsterdam, getting home was a different story. There were no inexpensive flights from Brussels to Berlin. Therefore, we ended up flying Brussels to Oslo and then Oslo to Berlin — because for some reason, airfare through Norway is freakishly cheap. 

I’ve had a number of layovers in countries I’ve not had the opportunity to explore. Usually, I curl up and pass out on a bench by my gate that changes five minutes before departure. But not this time. 

This time we realized that the only suitable thing to do when landing in your fifth country over the last four days is to actually set foot in the country — by parading around like fools at the taxi stand. 

We land in Norway and visit the only store in the tiny airport. After purchasing hydration, sustenance and postcards, we grab an empty table even though it’s covered in empty cans and bottles. As we’re writing out the postcards and stuffing our faces (ok, this was just me to be fair. But I was famished!), we realize that two of the cans on the table are in fact not empty. They’re completely full and unopened. 

So in addition to parading around the taxi stand, we also drank abandoned beer. I’m thinking I should probably actually go to Norway. Based off the two hours I was there, it seems like a fun place to visit.