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Item #56 Crossed Off – Writing a Book in 1 Week

When I first learned that Tynan wrote Life Nomadic in one week, I was provoked. That book, along with the 4-Hour Work Week by Tim Ferriss, has seriously inspired me to stir things up. To imagine that the skinny molester of birthgivers wrote that travelers bible in just one week! My first reaction was to be really impressed. When the impression settled, knowing that Tynan is a mere human being, like me, I decided that I could do it too.

I remember I was sitting in a street cafe with all the smells of Ho Chi Minh City coming in on me when it happened. I opened my Bucket List, put the item in the document, and then started writing potential editors for my coming book that would be about how Danes can be travelling the world without money. The topic might not strike you as impressingly original, if you take the pretext into consideration, however, it is what I know and a concept I had spent the last four years of my life to get very good at.

Later the same day I ran into this girl, Puja Paz, nationality refuses to stick to her as her parents are from everywhere and she grew up in at least 300 different countries. We were drinking freshly pressed sugar cane juice mixed with dark rum, served on ice, in a little not-too-trafficky street in Saigon. Conversation soon moved into bucket lists, as I had just learned that I was about to write a book in a week. My Item #8 is Watch Northern Lights. When I said that, she looked at me as if I had just turned into the most uninspiring person she had ever met. Her eyes litteraly lost all the awe build up from sharing dreams and ideals, for what seemed like minutes, but really were hours. “Why don't you just go to live with my grandparents in Tromsø right now?” She said, in Norwegian, I think. My mind started making up all these great excuses for why this adventure should not happen straight away. I was not impressed by any of them and answered “Because I will. Give me your contacts and we'll figure out the details tomorrow.”

Waking up the next day, I found out she was not just making drunken promises. She had already added her grandmother to a facebook chat and laid out the basics of it to her. Her grandmother, had already welcomed me to come for a long visit, without even knowing my face. I booked my ticket and looked forward to replacing the humid heat of Vietnam with the grey cloudyness of Denmark just to travel as far North as you can come without compromising on leaving civilisation. I say civilsation, if you've ever met a Nordmand, you will no that they are nothing like that. I got picked up in Södereise by Elisa (the grandmother of Puja) and proceeded to spend the next week eating all kinds of weird stuff and drinking black coffee. My favourite was whale, no, moose, no, I think that really, smoked salmon is the most delicious food item known to man (it being caught and smoked by Per (the grandfather) did not make it any worse).

I did not see Northern Lights, even though conditions were perfect and I went out looking for it every freezing night I was there. One of my pass time activities when I was resting my writers hands and my head, was watching the Winter Olympics. Tora Berger kicked ass and Synøve Something Norwegian was being a fox. They were so kick ass I had a moment of inspiration, I did miss crossing off one item, crossed off another, and got to put in a third:

How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist : Part 2

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This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.

Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.

In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.

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