Basement Jax

After a 6 hour exclusive Tapa dinner, 1 hour of searching for transport to get out of the city and back, we struggled our way through the main streets of Oslo as the clock turned closer to midnight. Our eyes glimsed one closed nightclub after the other. Jesus was about to be hanged on the cross and we were in desperate need of a ice cold drink. Johns was just around the corner. we knew that our footprints would be noticed at once we put our feet on the dirty floor in the basement pub. But with a american accent, open eyes and jewsy lips we actually had a lot of fun there. AND shocking as it was I actually got a eye on a guy that really stood out from the crowd with his own, noticable and COOL style!!