Tour

It was quite good. I only stayed at these camp-sites when I was in the city. It was some-place to leave my gear when I went into the down-town, and I didn't have to worry about it. The one thing I heard about the Scandinavians was that they were honest. I hadn't had a thing stolen in all of Europe, but this last night someone pinched my water container while I was asleep and it was only two feet from my head.

I was still not using the tent as it was in London. The plastic and the canvas had served me fine. I had the camera but was not taking many pictures. I found Oslo to be quite nice and again quite American.

I was leaving the next day for Bergen. I ran into Nicole again. Was she stalking me ? A long story. Actually running into Nicole again is the reason I decided to leave the next day. I think I changed up on her and may have told her I was going to Stockholm. I always wondered if it was Nicole who stole my water jug as some kind of joke. At any rate I never saw her again.

I sure did like Scandinavian women. Could fall in love two dozen times a day if I was capable. I was twenty-five years of age and never once yet fallen really in love except when a kid perhaps. I am beginning to wonder. I'll probably turn into an old cosmopolitan bum leaching my way around the world.

At some point realized, I would never be able to live at home again. I might be home for as much as six months, but then I should be off. I could not live in the Midwest again if I wanted to.

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