Today’s hitchhiking learning: Use public transport to get to the best spot to hitchhike out of the city. Or to get through a city. Today’s hitchhike: Oslo - Gothenburg, 300km, 1 hop, several buses It all started with a nice breakfast at the central bank. Some girl in a bakery was preparing me to slices of bread. Then I went to the spot where I was dropped off, when I was arriving in Oslo, thinking it would be the best place to get back. Turns out it wasn’t, but the right one was just a bus-ride away. Here I met Thim, who was coming from Bergen, where he got his tattoo finished, that now covers his left leg. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go towards Stockholm or back to wards Denmark, and since he drove towards Gothenburg I guess I’m heading back home without detour. I asked him to drop me of a little outside the city because I thought I could easier catch a ride around the city from there. Dumbest decision of the day. The rest of the day I was fixing the consequences of that decision and ended up with a camp fire next to a lake in the middle of the woods. Cannot complain. Toasting some bread, than going to bed. GN #Nostr.

Guess,in which year was this guy world champion in speed-windsailing? #AskNostr

Before I joined the #FreedomTech Afternoon with legends like @gladstein, @rabble, @BTC Sessions, @Alex Gleason and @calle at #OsloFreedomForum @HRF, I took some non-violent direct action at the Norwegian Central Bank a visit. Looks like there’s going to be a generational shift in monetary leadership.

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Hitchhiking to @HRF OFF Kopenhagen-Oslo 600km, 2 Hops, 7,5h This morning I was woken up in Christiania by one word: "Action!" The rest of the day felt like a movie. They say the hardest thing about hitchhiking is getting to the highway and today I had to dodge ticket inspectors in the metro. Then I was singing "It’s a beautiful day" to lift my spirit, while walking through the rain and having no clue on when or how I’d arrive in Oslo today. Turned out I only needed two people. First person was Ali, who was taking his Bolt cab back from Copenhagen airport to Malmø and since he wouldn’t find a paying customer, he would take me across the Øresund and drop me of at the first gas station in Sweden. Then I hit the fucking jackpot. Mon frère Armine was already on a 1100km roadtrip from Roubaix to arrive at the perfect place and time to tell me he’s going to Oslo and will gladly help me get there too. During the first of six hours I was convinced I was riding with a drug smuggler, since he was smoking big blunts behind the wheel, saying that he was going to Norway for making a good amount of money for working with medical deliveries. The rest of the drive was filled with me picking up my school French again, Rap Marseillaise and games of chess. Limits are the domain of the limited.