My first time in Oslo, I was sitting on a bench on Karl Johans gate eating a sandwich, and a guy sat on my bench, asking me questions about why I am in Oslo, and telling me that drugs are sold on this street. When he realized I was just a visitor, he wished me a nice visit and left. I think he was an undercover cop. Later that evening, it was a Friday, a bunch of young Norwegians began appearing drinking from Coke bottles. There were so many beautiful women on the street. I went up to a group of young woman and asked why everyone had Coke bottles, and one of them told me that they all had vodka in them. I partied with them and the woman who told about the vodka let me stay at her place.