First rowing event today, 500 m. with 3 Americans and a Swede
7 km by motor boat, getting all wet
With Tosca in my one persons tent
Today is the day when Han will go back home. In the supermarket we heard that today the bus will leave at 4 pm. And then Han still has to make a long train ride to the airport. So just hanging out in Jakkvikk until 4 pm? A hangout for young people is not available here, not even for elderly youngsters. Han doesn’t want to wait. He makes a sign out of a cardboard box, stands at the side of the road, thumb-up and a text message later informs me that after fifteen minutes he got a ride. Well done Han. that’s how we know you.
And where is the German Reinländer, who was gonna leave together with me this morning at 10 am. When you speak of the devil you kick him on the tail. He comes telling me that he has incipient migraine and is unsure what he should do. (I’ll be back in a moment). But I didn’t see anybody for quite a while. I do not know where he is staying. Because I have learned that one can not get through life without a minimum of healthy selfishness, I pack up my belongings and leave.
However … After one hour walking the Hamburger from Bonn catches up with me. I’ll try it anyway, he says.
And where is the German Reinländer, who was gonna leave together with me this morning at 10 am. When you speak of the devil you kick him on the tail. He comes telling me that he has incipient migraine and is unsure what he should do. (I’ll be back in a moment). But I didn’t see anybody for quite a while. I do not know where he is staying. Because I have learned that one can not get through life without a minimum of healthy selfishness, I pack up my belongings and leave.
However … After one hour walking the Hamburger from Bonn catches up with me. I’ll try it anyway, he says.
German Jan is supposed to be a Dutchman, who is on the way to Cape North I had heard people saying. How do you know about me, Jan asks. The Swedish couple, of whom the younger man is English, told me, I reply. Because I’m called Jan they think I’m Dutch, Jan says.
After 1.5 h. of walking we arrive at a water, Jäggávvre where we have to row 500 m. across. The 3 Americans plus 1 Swede, also just arrived there. Pictures.
Jan and I rowed, but not at all in line. The boat turned a few half laps until Jan suggests he takes over, despite the headache. Yes Jan, everything he can. In Bonn, he was paramedic at an ambulance. From Bonn he was transferred to Hamburg. Works there part time and started studying business psychology this year.
I found the day very strenuous. An uphill climb through a 200 m wide slit almost broke me up. The weather was nice, sweltering hot. A feast for mosquitoes and knuts (little stinging flies). In swarms they swarmed around us and in turn, without waiting, they attacked. I tried to understand them, because when again will the weather be warm here? At a certain moment Tosca gave up. On her belly she has little hair and mosquitoes seem to know that. Tosca only wanted to lie on her stomach. The knuts crawled into her fur and many of them together crawled around her eyes and sucked the last bit of stamina from the poor dog. Every half minute I had to pull her up again. To make matters worse the mosquito net, that was loosely drapped around my hat instead of covering my face, probably got stuck somewhere in a bush. If this continues, I can not go on with that dog. But it has to. Finally gotten above the tree line, it was windy, more cool and the occasional mosquito plague is somewhat less. Time for a break. What did I find out? The black leash Tosca is wearing, is wrapped very tight around her leg. Because she pulls me uphill, and she makes me loose my balance when I have to step from rock to rock, she draws me into the water when crossing a river, for all these reasons, I often jerk on her belt, with the thought: those who do not want to hear need to feel. The dark belt on her dark skin did not show that the leg clamped. I had to cut loose the belt set. Hey, I thought, we still have a tiny jar of mosquitoe oil. I treated myself and Tosca. That helped a little. I waited with a real lunch break till the moment we reached the highest point of this range, at about 1000 m., Because the flying teasers don’t like that. There I also caught up on Jan again.
After 1.5 h. of walking we arrive at a water, Jäggávvre where we have to row 500 m. across. The 3 Americans plus 1 Swede, also just arrived there. Pictures.
Jan and I rowed, but not at all in line. The boat turned a few half laps until Jan suggests he takes over, despite the headache. Yes Jan, everything he can. In Bonn, he was paramedic at an ambulance. From Bonn he was transferred to Hamburg. Works there part time and started studying business psychology this year.
I found the day very strenuous. An uphill climb through a 200 m wide slit almost broke me up. The weather was nice, sweltering hot. A feast for mosquitoes and knuts (little stinging flies). In swarms they swarmed around us and in turn, without waiting, they attacked. I tried to understand them, because when again will the weather be warm here? At a certain moment Tosca gave up. On her belly she has little hair and mosquitoes seem to know that. Tosca only wanted to lie on her stomach. The knuts crawled into her fur and many of them together crawled around her eyes and sucked the last bit of stamina from the poor dog. Every half minute I had to pull her up again. To make matters worse the mosquito net, that was loosely drapped around my hat instead of covering my face, probably got stuck somewhere in a bush. If this continues, I can not go on with that dog. But it has to. Finally gotten above the tree line, it was windy, more cool and the occasional mosquito plague is somewhat less. Time for a break. What did I find out? The black leash Tosca is wearing, is wrapped very tight around her leg. Because she pulls me uphill, and she makes me loose my balance when I have to step from rock to rock, she draws me into the water when crossing a river, for all these reasons, I often jerk on her belt, with the thought: those who do not want to hear need to feel. The dark belt on her dark skin did not show that the leg clamped. I had to cut loose the belt set. Hey, I thought, we still have a tiny jar of mosquitoe oil. I treated myself and Tosca. That helped a little. I waited with a real lunch break till the moment we reached the highest point of this range, at about 1000 m., Because the flying teasers don’t like that. There I also caught up on Jan again.