Basically, we were too lazy to carry our luggage down from the top floor, like everybody else, and so decided to use the service lift. It worked on a turn-a-key system. Alan turned the key for the exit floor and the lift dropped about a foot and stopped. We tried to press the release buttom to open the door, that of course did not work. We then pressed the alarm button, thinking that it was going to go through to the maintenance office of the accomodation, but again, no response. So, I phoned Rocky, letting him know that we were stuck in this very compact tin box. So he made his way, long with various others to the lift door. Whilst they were 'reassuring' us that they would be able to get us out, we tried the alarm button again. This time, there was an answer - from the Oslo fire department. They told us, in their best English, that they would be there within 10 minutes. But, literally, as we got off the alarm, the door was opened by the caretaker, who had keys, and full control of the lift. So, the fire department were cancelled...
Or so we thought. A mere 5 minutes later, the crew cane, fully kitted up, ready to resque us.
Special award for simply being ****s'?!
It turnes out, by the way, that the reason for the defunct lift, was that Alan's bag handle was over the side line. ****