I’m in the hotel, wifi is running, there’s a fridge full of Ringnes pilsener, BBC World News is on and I am smoking indoors.
Getting here was frankly a bit shitty — Stansted Airport is fucked at the root — but all you have to do is wait patiently for joy, and the world will bring it to you. I spent half the flight watching the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen in years. And Ise was waiting at the airport for me (blaming me for the late flight, of course).
Good night from Oslo.