Always lock the door

This week we have another training week, this time Litoppen, the place we had wanted to go in the previous weeks. It has been a fantastic week with great skiing, food and chocolate ice cream that is almost chocolaty (almost chocolaty is a huge improvement as far as norwegian ice cream). Also in a learning moment I finally found out what is meant when one says "single bed" and it sure is an apt name as it just barely fits my dimensions (not just length buts width as well, try cutting a twin in half and you will understand). However, it has not been a perfect week as I found out the hard way why norwegians lock there hotel doors. YOu can find the story bellow.

Our tale begins with an innocent young boy who has inherited his mothers stubbornness and his fathers taste in tooth paste (pure baking soda). As is often in such cases, our young hero (I hope you don't mind if I just call the innocent young boy "hero" for simplicities sake) develops an attachment to said toothpaste (Arm & Hammer) and begins to make it his only choice. Years later extenuating circumstances will force our hero to a distant land across the ocean where said toothpaste cannot be bought. He is able to make do until Christmas when he returns to America and makes sure to stash up for the return to the distant land. There at a training camp he has naturally taken his toothpaste with him and forgets to lock his hotel door. He goes out to enjoy a ski in the untamed wilderness only to return to a disaster. Upon entering his room it is clear something is wrong, his bed covered in his own pink duct tape, our hero searches his room and is knocked speechless when he looks into the bathroom. His toothpaste is everywhere except in the tube, his precious supply gone, his brilliant plan undone by vandals. Our hero is innocent no longer, his mind has been opened to what a cruel place the world can be, he will never leave a hotel door unlocked again.