Here’s a piece of advice. If you’re going somewhere, never let me plan the journey for you. Do you see a pattern of hellish travels with me? I hate myself for this bad planning, thoroughly. If you ever wondered why I never chose Ryanair before, this is why. I didn’t actually know where the airport is, thought it was about 40 minutes from Oslo. Turns out it’s 2 hours (!!!!) by bus from Oslo, 2.5h from the other airport. I had a bit of a panic attack when it dawned on me a few hours ago. I got about 3h in between flights and I just read on ryanair.com that they close the gate at 40 minutes before the flight. So I got no chance at making it there on time. To think I was under the impression I had time to spare. 2 fucking hours, I can’t believe it. So the only chance is to get to Oslo earlier. Luckily (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), at 11.45pm, although all customer phone services are unavailable, the airline where I booked my flight to Oslo has an option to change your flight (godsend). Otherwise I would be there tomorrow at the airport an hour in advance, trying to do it at their window. So I spent €100 on changing the flight to an earlier one (twice the price of the original flight). In practice this means I take off at 7:30, get to Oslo by 8:35, grab a train to Sandefjord (or a train to Oslo, then bus to Torp) at 9:08, get there at 11:31, then a bus from Sandefjord to Torp, should be there before noon. Flight is at 13:15. This also means I have to be in town around 6:30 to catch the airport express, so I’m walking out at 5:45 (no bus that early). Which is why I decided to stay up (feels like exam night) instead (because I don’t fully trust my alarm clock) and I’m typing this now.