At one point during our brisk tour of Oslo, Peder and I stopped in a local park for lunch. Because eating out is insanely expensive in Norway, he’s made a habit of always preparing his own meals before heading out for the day. Our quick-and-easy meal: three homemade fried egg sandwiches.
As we sat on the park bench chewing away, a man rode up on a bicycle out of nowhere. He stopped directly in front of me, looked me in the eyes, and asked “Are you Justin?”
Normally when someone recognizes us out of the blue it’s because we met them while out partying on a previous evening. This has happened countless times already; the most recent of which was just a couple weeks earlier in Odesa. As we walked into the church shown here, a young man ran up and announced “Hey, I saw you partying at Arcadia Beach two days ago!”
But in this case, I’m pretty sure we didn’t meet any 70-something-year-old Norwegians in a late night Ukrainian nightclub.
Well, as you may’ve already guessed, he turned out to be Peder’s father (…so maybe I wasn’t totally honest when I finished the last post by saying we met for the first time at dinner). It just so happened that he spotted Peder his way to the gym and decided to come to give me a little surprise.
Well played, good sir…well played indeed 🙂