Saturday May 23rd 2015. Vollheim 24 km

Sel church

Cranes on the field

Cranes in the air

Inscription next to Nord-Sel church: distance to Nidaros-Trondheim

That snow over there I’ll have to go through in a few days. Mixed feelings

Imitation of middle aged Jorundgard farm, for the movy “Kristin Lavransdatter” of Liv Ullmann. I was supposed to sleep there. Closed!

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Typical mailbox house with grass roof

My shelter for tonight in Vollheim, with heating, water and opportunity to cook

View at the snow of the day after tomorrow

Again a double bed. Too much luxury for a poor pilgrim

The tap has been locked in a way that I can’t open it. Rather cheap!

Last night I moved to another barrack where the light of my room was less evident for people outside. A little exciting, because I was illegal. A kind of cracker. Because I had poor wifi range, I once again circled the motel barracks, direction reception. I tried another door: also open. Here was another barack’s kitchen with all kinds of eatable stuff. Weird. Back outside I see a darker tanned person, who just leaves one of the barracks. I ask: is this business opened here? No, he says, but I rent here longtime, so for me it is. I asked for the wifi code and snuggled into a chair next to the closed front desk, outside. After downloading all the pictures, I turned, not yet quite frozen, back to my motel wooden barracks. All electric radiators there in the wooden building were hot, so it was pleasant to stay as long as no manager showed up. I took a nice long shower. While the pizza was baked in the oven, I prepared my 4-persons soup package. Some bread along. The pizza got dressed with the rest of yesterday’s tsatziki sauce. A whole package of yogurt as desert. And then to extinguish the garlic fire in my stomach I had a beer. How good life can be. In time in my bed, with Tosca beside me on the floor.
In the refrigerator I still found non-alcoholic cider, I suppose, to take with me for tomorrow, and some coke. I smeared my yesterday bought wheat bread and noticed that one complete bread I bought yesterday last night would be finished today during lunch. I eat like a pig, so much.
After a good night’s rest I get up, ” to go and make my toilet,” or do only women do so? Back in my room I see my beloved monster gnawing on my glasses. My hopeless difficulty factor makes its name true … Too late, a glass gone and the frame’s all twisted.
Glad after so much Norwegian goodness I left the barak in a good mood  to head further North. Again creepy climbing paths along cliffs. Rugged, cool, chill man. I can not believe that pilgrims once walked this kind of escapades. This is tourist teasing. But O.K., it was beautiful again. Twice a bit oetgesjieveld / oetgeroetsj (slipped). Harrie, beware your calfs. A few years ago I ripped my right calf muscle, which gave it a different contour than the left. Previously also once broke my nose and in my sports club my right elbow. And despite my asymmetry it works out anyway. I see quite some husmannplasses. These are small farmhouses on the land, in the old days owned by a gentleman farmer. It seems that until well into the 1800s the landowner ruled his land like a king. Servants and maids had to ask his permission for their marriage. Not infrequently Mr landlord devoted himself to the bride, introducing her into the art of “love”? Somewhat similar to the “jus prima nocce,” of the former Italian village priest. Interesting, huh?
I see again cranes (pictured). I miss here buzzards (hawks). have they all descended Southward to my home region in the Netherlands? A few phone calls somewhat dispel the loneliness. And so we digested trotted on. We climbed and jumped and slipped goats roads up and down and at 3:15 pm, much earlier than expected, I reached my goal. Come on dude. You can do better. Add some more km’s. But what is the problem? If I walk on today, tomorrow, on Sunday I will pass Dovre, the last chance to do some shopping before I pass the Dovrefjell- plateau for 4 days. There are wild reindeer and musk oxen in the snow, but there are no shops. So from Dovre I’ll have to carry food for my pet and myself for 4 days. Not really funny. And I had forgotten that tomorrow will be Sunday, so the store in Dovre will be closed. I better stay now right here in Vollheim. 23 km. is a nice distance. Tomorrow, only 10 km. to Engelshus, so tomorrow actually is a rest day and then the day after tomorrow, Monday, I’ll go on for shopping in Dovre and then I’ll stay in hostel Fokstugu Fjellstue in Dombas.
I put a chair in the doorway of my cabin in the sun and write my blog. Nice and warm. Tosca in front of me on the wooden porch. The views of the snowy mountains in front of me give me mixed feelings. Except for my tent, I have nothing there. Next night predicted a few degrees of frost, this morning it was snowing and there is a cold, wild wind blowing. It’s a challenge, but on the other side I don’t wamnt to perish here. Hey, phone is ranging. Norwegian. That might be tomorrow’s camp , which didn’t answer my phone call. Indeed. Can I come? Yes! Blitz, settled. Ha, ha, that’s of course a good result chap (so my horse riding instructor Egid CRATS .. always called me).