View from our picknik place
Our picknik place. Reef from Singapore in summer dress at 9 degrees C.
Our picknik place once more
On the road. Cold but beautifull
Reef with his fishing rod.
First stop. Not moving feels cold
Dog Tosca pulling Reef uphill
Nice grass roofs and typical fences
3 more km. to go
Approaching our nice historical hostal/wood cabin
This is were we sleep
A very nice site
Reef enjoys the warmth of his sleeping bag
Our living room
It took a while before we were on our way, but O.K., we were in no rush. First Reef had to buy fuel for his stove.
And then we have a problem finding the road. Again my book was extremely global and route markers were nowhere to be found. We walked higher and higher into the mountains, until the road finally ended. That was not what we wanted. Another few km. back a passing car fortuneately responded to my gestures and put us on the right track. Reef ran like a road runner, like I was expected from an ultra-athlete. He ran once the 50 km. We joked and hwere in a good mood. But to me he looked kinda akward with his long fishing rod on the back. It often got stuck in tree branches. Reef ever bought the rod in Australia, but I don’t know if he ever used it for fishing. I believe he had never caught anything with it. Along the way he seemed to see great numbers of young fish. These are mosquito larvae, I told him. He stopped a 100 times to take pictures of things that seemed very familiar to me: snow, rippling mountain stream, a sheep, a sheep closer, taking a picture of a lamb that responded to Reefs bleating, cow etc. So we progressed slowly. After a few hours we passed Guriberget, a covered place for walkers. There Reef tried a light the fire again in the fire place, without success. He woreonly his undershirt at 8 gr. in the cold wind, and yet was already coughing. This is what I’m used to wear in Singapore. I thought it was already cold with my flannel shirt and coat. Halfway through he began to lag behind, pain in leg muscles and back. Was inevitable too. After a while he got a little dizzy, couldn’t advance any more and hoping that someone (but there was none) would offer him a ride. I called for a night spot and encouraged him: 3 more km. to go. Of course I could have taken his luggage too, but I thought, that way I would never reach Cape North. Reef, you tomorrow you better take a bus or train. And in order to make that decision it first is necessary to suffer a lot. It looked like the Via Dolorosa of Jesus Christ. See pictures. Arriving at our beautiful pilgrimage inn freezing and deadly tired he entered into his sleeping bag and fell asleep. The innkeeper offered to bring him to Trondheim tomorrow, five walking days further. He would see tomorrow how he would feel, said Reef. Maybe tomorrow he will walk himself the last 16 km. to the next train station. As long as I can cover my mileage everything is o.k. with me, I tell Reef, but walking much more together, despite the cosiness, is impossible for me, otherwise I will miss Saturday’s arrival of my sister Francien.
Both of us cook our own meals and we light the stove. Slowly, after a few hours, the space slightly begins to heat. The floor remains approximately 5 degrees C., so we keep wearing our shoes inside. For wifi we have to leave our barracks and go to the house next door, inside at the owners. Reef does. I update my blog in a chair in front of the home of our landlord.
