They called from the Mexican embassy today, to confirm that I'll actually show up to get my Visa on Thursday. He asked me, on slightly broken English (Yes, I know. But I meant it to be Swenglish. Så det så.), when I was planning on arriving. I replied I´d be there just before nine. Slightly chocked man on the other end of the phone: "Ohh, that's very very early... but ok.."

Of course, when be there on time when I could just..not. This will probably make me go insane by the end of my first week. Qualified guees.