The train to Oslo was uneventful - the flat farmland, forests and quiet hidden lakes of the Swedish interior gliding past the window. However arriving in Oslo I was targeted by Norweigan customs which was a novel experience. After 20 questions about what I was doing, where had I come from, did I have any friends in Norway etc. it was back to the office so they could search my dirty washing for contraband. It made for an entertaining interlude, meant I could get somebody to bring me free drinks and got to tell them all about my holidays, though they
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