Almost at the end of my mountain trail. Reaching the fjord. My landlord comes to pick me up with a boat 
My landlord will row me across the fjord
Comfortable, but simple pilgrims cabin: water, electricity and toilet outside. There was a wood stove.
One more night sleeping and sister Francien will come to join me. Francien and her then-boyfriend Hubert, to whom she also got and stayed married, and I studied together in Nijmegen, where I met my Sonja. Our children are about the same age. So we have a closeness that settled during decades. So reason anough to look forward to her arrival.
Today I had only one shower of rain, from start to finish. My Olavs way booklet wanted to send me back into the wet jungle, while there was also a gravel road as an alternative. So I chose the last one. However during several kilometers the path was covered with new, coarse, sharp gravel. My shoes, which are getting worn, don’t like that at all. With a horse this would have been absolutely impossible.
I notice a lot of siskins, a rather rare, but beloved wild songbird in aviaries in the Netherlands. Here they are as abondant as sparrows in the Netherlands. Blackbirds are few. Instead of blackbirds there are a lot of other thrush-like birds, viz. Fieldfare. All crows are hooded crows. Many “beverkes” a kind of grass uncommon in my country, at the side of the road. Masses primroses and violets and still I see anemones throughout the wood, that flowers in the Netherlands in March . It’s not dark until midnight. Afterwards I do not know, but anyway before 3 a.m. it’s dawn.
At noon I reached Buvika, with its church and supermarket. There was a cafeteria where one could eat as much as you want for an acceptable price. I also tried. What shall I do this afternoon? Going on another 19 km. to Trondheim, or soon trying to find something for the night and then tomorrow to Trondheim? If I go to Trondheim now, I’ll be there late tonight. In that case tomorrow Tosca will have nothing to do and will start being obnoxious. So I keep the last stage for tomorrow.
Just before Buvika I leave the mountains / hills and get back to the water of the fjord. I’m almost in Trondheim, end of the 1000 years old pilgrimage route the Olavs way to “Nidaros”, Trondheim, 640 km. I call pilgrims inn / farm Sundet Gard and the innkeeper / farmer comes rowing across the fjord, to pick me up. Pictures. We climb from the bank of the fjord 100 m. straight up the mountain along to his farm. A cottage some 150 m. away from the farm is for sitting and sleeping, without water, electricity or wifi but with a wood stove. Right next to the cottage a little cabin with wc / shower and electricity. I lit the stove right away to dry my belongins. Tosca must remain outside, on the wooden, covered veranda and I will go to sleep early due to the lack of light (candles are there, luxury).
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