/me survived the trip to england.

Måtte pakke ut alle tingene mine, though.

- Where did your journey start, sir?
- Uh, Bergen, in Norway
- How long did you stop in Amsterdam?
- Just a few hours
- You do realise it is illegal to bring certain drugs into the country, sir?
- Uh, yes
- do you know what your cigarette allowance is?
- Uh, yes
- What is it then?
- 200 cigarettes, I believe.
- That's correct, sir. How many do you have with you?
- None. I don't smoke
- Good for you. Do you have any food items with you?
- nope. Oh, wait, I have some Toro Dipmix
- huh?
/me åpner baggen, bare for å finne ut at glassgreia med nivea rollondeodorant er knust, og hele baggen stinker som et halvannet helvete
- Fucking hell
/me innser at å banne foran tollere ikke er smart
- Eh, sorry about that, I just realised that my deodorant is broken, and my whole bag is now reeking of the stuff
- Well at least it smells good
- Eh, yeah, I guess. Unlike the rest of my dirty laundry
- Do you have any weapons with you?
- Eh, no
- Any indecent material?
- No
- Anything else that may be illegal to bring into the UK?
- No, nothing.
- Okay, thank you very much for your cooperation, sir. Have a good journey onwards
- Uh, thank you kindly, sir.

Og så tok jeg toget hjem, for å gå og se Farenheit 9/11 med huskameraten min.

For en dag.