The kindness of strangers strikes again. A few weeks back, at an airport, a security girl unasked for pulled me out of the longest security line in the world and helped me just make my flight. Today, again uncalled for, complete strangers saved me. And found each other.

Prepare for an exiting and thrilling love story in the remotest of arctic wilderness, scribed by your daring correspondent.

When I woke up this morning the sun was quite alone in the sky, brimming with life like only an early spring sun can. This could be the last day with snow in my town. I decided; now or never, I am doing "Vidden", a mountain plateau between two local mountains, Ulriken and Fløien. You can access both mountains by cable and funicular from the city centre, and hike or ski between them in a few hours. I've never done this trip on skis, but as you know, I have no fear for anything. What is a mad scientist without daring expeditions, either for dangerous minerals, rare mutated cyborg-butterflies or musical inspiration? I cabled up the tallest one, procured a cup of coffee from the last outpost known to man, and set off into the wilderness, never looking back. 

It was the most perfect day ever. Spotless blue sky, friendly sun, and a vast, quiet white wilderness of solitude and inspiration. I walked with my mind for a few hours, before finally making camp just below the summit of the tallest peak on the route. I enjoyed my soggy knekkebrød with luxuriously sweaty cheese, and sent a glorious picture message to all of my friends stuck in offices. (That's ok, they send me pictures of glorious dinner parties when I'm stuck on a hotel or tour-bus.)

Well, enough loitering and relaxing in the mountains! I packed down my lunch and got ready to set off down the mountains.

Not.

My ski was FAILING. The ski bindings would not hook into place. The boot kept slipping off, any movement, and "thwack" the ski went off and continued on it's own. I kept trying and and trying but no, broken. "This is not happening," I thought. There I was, on top of the world, just having teased all my friends, and my Ski. Did. Not. Work.

I was mad! Eventually I found a way to hold my foot so it would keep the ski in place. But of course it kept slipping off, and I had to walk like a combination of a mad ninja and a delirious cripple and I faceplanted maybe 20 times down the first steep hill.

I was cursing, fuming, scheming and gnarling, and in particular I was planning my evil cruel revenge on everyone in the store who sold me this piece of utter crap ski shit, not to mention the ski producer and everyone ever related to them! I'll crucify every one of them, I'll set up huge terrible crosses of skis, all the way from Ulriken to Fløien, and stick them all up with ski poles through their limbs, and an extra pole with casters where the sun never shines, and I'll smear them all with ski wax so the sun will burn their naked skin and the winter nights will freeze their exposed cells to smithereens and I'll force rotten oranges through their eyes and pour scolding hot cocoa down the....

"Excuse me, are you having trouble with your ski"?

Said a beautiful voice. Three girls was slowly passing me and one of them, Ski Girl, noticed my ski falling off all the time. I was like "umm, yeah, it keeps falling off." 

"There is this really nice and kind ski instructor just ahead of us, he helped us with one of our skis a while back, we could try run after him and get him to wait for you? Maybe he can help you."

Wow, I was like, is this for real? Someone here, can fix my ski? Just like that? I gracefully accepted her angelic offer, and off they went! A couple of minutes later I catched up with all of them, a bunch of fresh guys and sporty girls, and the ski instructor looked at my ski, and deduced there must be ice somewhere inside the binding, and starting breathing hot air into it... and VOILA! After a little while of blowing, the ski worked again! Like new! I CAN WALK ITS A MIRACLE

I was amazed and everyone there was amazed, especially Ski Girl. And he was like, "nah, it's nothing, this is quite normal, I didn't do much", and this is could be right but still he made my day and did it humbly. A kind stranger.

BUT, you see, this is where I'm going, it gets interesting: Because I think Ski Girl actually had a crush on Ski Guy, and he on her, from their previous encounter, and me having a broken ski was FATE giving them another chance to meet. They kept looking at each other with that special look.

He was thinking: "She's so cute!"

She was thinking: "He's so awesome!"

I was thinking: "This is so a movie!"

Crucified ski producer on cross: "Let me down please?"

The rest of the trip was perfect. At the top of the next mountain I looked back, and the crowd was still at the same spot, talking, probably arranging after-ski. I walked on with a smile, imagining Ski Girl and Ski Guy getting married, having kids, living happily ever after, all of them travelling the world fixing ski bindings with their magic breath, the sun was high and I never faceplanted again and even got a free coffee for telling this story at my coffee place.

Oh and I drew a map of my expedition and noted the places of events.