On Manchester

Saturday consisted of a lot of wandering around and catching up - who's dating whom and studying what and so on and so forth. Oh and ya know, the unavoidable talk of politics. Norway is way up there on the far left and Socialism scale... and I, as I'm sure you know, am not. To put it in perspective: compared to the Norwegian government - Obama is right wing. So yeah - politics - we do not agree on. BUT we did have a fabulous time and saw some super cool things, like a library with manuscripts of the Bible from like 200 AD. We also went to some other museum that I didn't understand at all, so I have nothing to say about it.

Wandering through Manchester!

We had forgotten that since it was Valentine's Day, EVERYTHING was booked - but after failing at one place, this delicious Asian restaurant in Chinatown made room for us!

Note Johannes and Harold in the mirror!

Our next adventure was the escape room! Now, what is an escape room? Well, basically you pay to be handcuffed and locked in a small jail cell with your friends and you have an hour to find clues and decipher codes to break out of prison - it was SO much FUN!

...We didn't make it out.

I think that we made a valiant effort to escape. I mean we did make it out of the cell, we just had a whole other room that we also had to escape from. So we paid to be locked up basically. But it was SO worth it. We then had some drinks at the dorm...

So normal to them... but so weird to me! At Liberty not only could we not drink in the rooms, but we couldn't even have BOYS in our room. 

We then headed to a bar and then bed since we all had an early morning ahead of us! The boys had a hike at 8:30am, which meant that I had to head to the airport then too. We scrambled all of our things together and headed our separate ways - after we took a two second ride in a taxi because Christopher thought it was necessary OF COURSE.

Johannes: "Wait, so how are we gonna get from the grocery store to the University?"

Christopher: "Uh.... Taxi!"

He takes taxis so much that they say, "Hello, Christopher" when he calls the taxi company. He actually has a problem.