It’s nearly one week since sister Francien went back home, since my son Servé’s and my sister in law Marion’s birthday. And a few days since girlfriend Anne H’s birthday. Too bad that I have to miss it all. I must say that the loneliness bothers me less than before. Powered by the beautiful nature, or because I find quite easily shelter and food, do not have to search for the route and pleasant things are ahead: about 12 d. before I’ll go home, to admire our newest grandchild that will be born by then. And coming back from home in the Nl. back to Swedish Lapland friend Han will join me, to start together the hundreds of kilometers of Kungsleden. That is the historic King’s way through the brushwood of pristine Lapland. And, although I still am mighty fascinated by my journey, the end of it also approaches gradually. In late August I’ll reach Cape North, the ultimate North end of Europe, about 7 weeks ahead of schedule. Back to family and friends.And then I can also get back to work, which I also look forward to. Why should I let only my employees / colleagues enjoy their ideal workplace? Shared joy is double joy! Olé. And home work has piled up tremendously. I want to deal with it with new enthusiastic vigor. So, reason anough to be happy.
This morning I got a long phone call from friend Siep of the Achterhoek. He calls faithfully every week, to my great satisfaction. Along the way a chat with an English couple who were traveling with the camper from Oslo to Cape North. Their son met in Disneyland a Norwegian girl and lives in Norway now. These parents will join with their son and Norwegian daughter in law together in Oslo. Photo. Therefore their visit to Norway.
From time to time Tosca pulls like an idiot (do idiots pull?), ever looking back, nose up in the air. I think: another elk? But this time I saw them before Tosca did. Two large white animals ahead of me. White moose I thought at first. Impossible. There are white horses, on which a princ may sit and what (almost) every woman dreams of. No, two real reindeer. One just crossed the road, but the other kept walking back and forth, as if hesitating, like he wanted to scare me. Probably the buck. Photo. Come on man, no shit. I’m not afraid. Tosca was indomitable. What a chance for a trophy. In der Beschränkung zeigt sich den Meister.
I see many sheds for hunting and fishing, so these seem to be national sports. Everywhere antlers above the doors and the gates. Everywhere fishing shelters. A Norwegian told me that more Norwegians live outside Norway than in Norway. Especially in the US I imagine. Agriculture should be rather unprofitable here. Often poor soil, small farms, a very short season. But nevertheless the farmer needs an expensive tractor, machinery. Agriculture must be heavily subsidized here, in order to make ends meet. Will also be one of the reasons that Norway doesn’t want to be a member of the EC. I think half of the Norwegian population lives in Oslo. Everywhere old, abandoned wooden houses, farmhouses. Understandable. Photo.
I see a rutted frog or toad. So those are here too. A group of cranes. |Some geese, a lapwing, heron, numerous siskins. I hear the first cuckoo. And of course there are again little wood anemones and daffodils. The daffodil is my Norway flower, I think. I saw them blooming since I left the Netherlands. Dotters, which bloom in our country early spring.
This is the first day in weeks that I have not worn my cape. Hiep hoi = hurray)
Way before six I arrive at my campsite. I make myself comfortable. Walk 1 km. back to the village for shopping and order ,while passing a gas station, a hamburger and a hot dog with fries and lots of mustard. Tasty unhealthy fat snack. Makes me feel strong for tomorrow. The arteriosclerosis by the fatty snack? On verra. Tomorrow to Majavatn campsite, only 28 km. But then Saturday 37 and on Sunday 43 km! Monday I’ll be at the Swedish border. Time to remind of Mama Alice.
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