During my visit to the TBEX travel bloggers conference in Stockholm, Sweden, my girlfriend (and fellow travel blogger) Claire and I stayed at my friend Magnus’ place. His house is pretty high-tech, with code locks on a lot of the doors. He gave us the code for the outside door but we forgot to exchange one not-so-small detail: the door code for his bedroom, where we happen to be staying.
We arrived late at night on the day before the conference, and so we dropped our stuff in the room and went to sleep. The next morning we were having breakfast when, without thinking, I closed the door and the lock activated itself. To make matters (a lot) worse, Magnus was at a silent retreat for 10 days in Germany, and was strictly not to be disturbed.
Where do you go from there? This is a story about my first TBEX experience, but most of all about the kindness of strangers when you have a hell of a story to tell.