Time for *Tibis little stories*

Yeah, so we tried driving from Bremen(Germany) to Amsterdam(Netherlands). Turns out its not that easy.

We started driving, and we were thinking about 4 hours until Amster. Just as we were driving out Bremen we realized we were on the wrong highway. But we managed that right. Came back on the right road, and drove a little while, until we realized we were lost again. It appears this time we drove 2 hours extra just to get back. But we were still in a good mood trying to get to CraZy ass city, Amster.

So we drove a bit til, and stopped for a toilet and some gas. After filling gas we started driving, and after half an hour Håkon yells "fuck! I forgot the gas tank lock. And as you all know, getting back to some gas station on the highway is a one hour business. We yelled and cursed a bit, got pissed and punched the car, and went back for the lock. After a good period of irritation we arrived the gas station only to find out (here is where it gets hilariously WHACK) that it was the station behind the one we were at (2 stations away).

So this is where the level of sweat and frustration reaches the hight, and we are both sitting there, thinking of all sorts of HELL & mAdness & anarchy shit, doing the same highway round again. Finally we get to the right station after even an hour, and see the lock on the ground, but our surprise the fucking THING is broken, by someone who probably drove on it. So... what does one do in such a shitty ass situation?? Well, you duck tape the thing on, and continue driving the same freaking road. We had already driven for 6 hours... we had 2 left.

So go figure! When we got to Amster the clock was 21:05, and it took us 3 hours to find a hostel. WOOOHOOOO; FUCK YEAH!