Solo in Oslo
February 12th 1999 Today in the hostel I woke up with the alarm of the man in the bunk below me. I think he was German, but at 7:30 in the morning, 6:30 Irish time, I didn't care where he was from. I lay awake trying to collect my thoughts. Ahead of me lay the promise of my first day in Norway and the daunting challenge of my first full day ever of solo traveling. I really had no idea what to expect.
My first chall
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