Journey Chapter 4

Oslo I

We got picked up by two guys driving with a kid in a van. They didn't say anything to us the whole ride. We assumed they're Polish and maybe they didn't speak any English because they answered in a language we didn't understand to our questions. But Richard being an expert in riding with non English speakers interpreted few things.
I remember the pull to Norway and after watching couple of Joachim Trier's movies, I had to see Oslo. I think anticipation is the best part of everything. Yet arriving to Oslo felt strange. I made it there! This is it?? What was that all about?? What's gonna happen??

We stayed one night at Nasim's Place. An Afghan guy who likes Murakami and drinking. Makes sense :)

 

I didn't get close enough to see what was happening but I had an idea what was that all about.

 

All museums are closed on Monday and after some googling I realized that the biggest ones were free on Sunday. I had no choice but to come back later on Sunday.

 

 

Richard is a skaterboy and a photographer. So, he gave me few tips and taught me some tricks' names. But of course the photos I took are examples of how not to take skating photos. Then, I had this idea. Learn how to take skating photos then take them contemporary style. The thing is, I have a thing for skateboarders ever since I can remember. They were the symbol of cool. And the sounds skateboards make against the concrete give me goosebumps. It's one of my favorite sounds.

 

The squad we found didn't agree to host us for the night, so we had to camp. Of course Richard knew where! 

Journey Chapter 3

Moss

We got a ride from Gothenburg all the way to Moss. The driver, Abu Zenio a nice Syrian felt so bad he couldn't drive us all the way and offered for us to stay at his place on an Island near Moss. He bought us tea and coffee and I smiling and knowing Eastern people's generosity got a chocolate bar when I mentioned how much I'd like to eat something sweet. Abu Zeino has a big family and he's been living abroad most of his life. When he found out that I speak Arabic and my dad is actually from the city he is from, I got swamped with questions.He subtly tried to ask about my sexuality, when am I going to get married and which nationality I want my husband to be. When I told him we're planing to camp, he was shocked! What if you need to go to the toilet? he exclaimed.
The time passed quickly and we crossed the boarders with this custom worker flashing a light in our faces.    " Hitchhikers, eh??"
It was dark by the time Abu Zeino dropped us off. We found a camping spot behind the gas station. We walked a bit into the woods and tried to find an even ground to put up the tent. It was stuffy inside the tent but I was glad it was warm.
In the morning, we had some oatmeal and asked the gas station workers if we could leave our backpacks there to take a walk.