Oslo

  • Sneaking On Trains in Oslo. Because It’s So F**king Expensive

    The Euro and Sterling Pound is down or the dollar is down, or something is up. I never keep my eyes on the exchange because I never go shopping and I only spend money on food. Whatever the exchange is, it won’t stop me from supplying my beautiful chiseled...
  • Oslo, Norway?! No Way!

    A bad play on words, I’m aware. But wow! No way this city is this amazing. Where is the ugliness? The parts that remind me of summers in Detroit (not on my grandma’s street, but those streets me and my cousins would bike just to feel good about out...
  • Goodbye Oslo. Hello London. And Maya Angelou.

    We danced, and drank, and forgot we were pissed that Norway stopped selling liquor in stores at 6pm. The only food we had was the dark chocolate Hersey’s nuggets with almonds I accidentally bought, craisins, and the infamous crumbly ol’ Nature Valley bars. We danced anyway, shaking pretend sweat...
  • Oslo. Peace. More Than Anticipated.

    “What are you running from,” they (the infamous they) ask each time I submit my card information to purchase some cheap ticket I found on a whim. This time I take slight offense, because I’m seriously beginning to feel uneasy about this Seeking Asylum project. Am I asking Black...