{"id":106061,"date":"2015-05-23T16:21:54","date_gmt":"2015-05-23T15:21:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.com\/?p=106061"},"modified":"2021-12-27T19:55:17","modified_gmt":"2021-12-27T18:55:17","slug":"saturday-may-23rd-2016-vollheim-24-km","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.nl\/en\/saturday-may-23rd-2016-vollheim-24-km\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday May 23rd 2015. Vollheim 24 km"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"image\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Inside of my cabin in camping Sell<\/p>\n

\"Glibberpaadjes<\/a><\/p>\n

Slippery track on the rocks, high above the river<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\"image\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Sel church<\/p>\n

\"image\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Cranes on the field<\/p>\n

\"kraanvogels\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Cranes in the air<\/p>\n

\"Opschrift<\/a><\/p>\n

Inscription next to Nord-Sel church:\u00a0distance to\u00a0Nidaros-Trondheim<\/p>\n

\"Die<\/p>\n

That snow over there I’ll have to go through in a few days. Mixed feelings<\/p>\n

\"Nagebouwde<\/a><\/p>\n

Imitation of middle aged\u00a0Jorundgard farm,\u00a0for\u00a0the movy\u00a0“Kristin Lavransdatter”\u00a0of Liv Ullmann. I was supposed to sleep there. Closed!<\/p>\n

><\/p>\n

\"Typisch<\/a><\/p>\n

Typical mailbox house with grass roof<\/p>\n

\"Mijn<\/a><\/p>\n

My shelter for tonight in Vollheim, with heating, water and\u00a0opportunity to cook<\/p>\n

\"Uitzicht<\/a><\/p>\n

View at the snow of the day after tomorrow<\/p>\n

\"Weer<\/a><\/p>\n

Again a double bed.\u00a0Too much luxury\u00a0for a poor pilgrim<\/p>\n

\"Kraan<\/p>\n

The tap has been locked in a way that I can’t open it. Rather cheap!<\/p>\n

Last night\u00a0I moved to another barrack where the light of my room was less evident for people outside. <\/span>A little exciting, because I was illegal. <\/span>A kind of cracker. <\/span>Because I had poor wifi range, I once again circled the motel barracks, direction reception.\u00a0I tried<\/span>\u00a0another door:\u00a0also\u00a0open. <\/span>Here was another barack’s\u00a0kitchen\u00a0with all kinds of eatable stuff. <\/span>Weird.\u00a0B<\/span>ack outside\u00a0I see a darker tanned person, who just\u00a0leaves one of the barracks. <\/span>I ask: is this business\u00a0opened here? <\/span>No, he says, but I rent here longtime, so for me it is. <\/span>I asked for the wifi code and snuggled into a chair next to the closed front desk, outside. <\/span>After downloading all the pictures, I turned,\u00a0not yet\u00a0quite frozen, back to my motel wooden barracks. <\/span>All electric radiators there in the wooden building were hot, so it was pleasant to stay as long\u00a0as no manager showed up. I took a n<\/span>ice long shower. <\/span>While the pizza was baked in the oven, I\u00a0prepared my 4-persons soup package.\u00a0Some<\/span> bread along.\u00a0T<\/span>he pizza\u00a0got dressed with\u00a0the rest of\u00a0yesterday’s tsatziki sauce. <\/span>A whole package of yogurt as desert. <\/span>And then to\u00a0extinguish\u00a0the garlic fire in my stomach I had a beer.\u00a0How good life can be<\/span>. <\/span>In time in my bed, with Tosca beside me on the floor.
\nIn t<\/span>he refrigerator\u00a0I\u00a0still found\u00a0non-alcoholic cider, I suppose, to take with me for tomorrow, and some coke. <\/span>I smeared my yesterday bought wheat bread and noticed that one\u00a0complete bread I bought yesterday\u00a0last night\u00a0would be finished today\u00a0during lunch.\u00a0I eat like a <\/span>pig, so much.
\n<\/span><\/span>After a good night’s rest\u00a0I get up, ” to go and\u00a0make my toilet,” or\u00a0do only women do so? <\/span>Back in my room I see my beloved monster\u00a0gnawing on my glasses. My h<\/span>opeless difficulty factor\u00a0makes its name true\u00a0… Too late, a glass gone\u00a0and the frame’s\u00a0all twisted.
\n<\/span>Glad after so much Norwegian goodness I left the barak in\u00a0a good mood\u00a0 to head further North.\u00a0Again<\/span> creepy climbing paths along cliffs. <\/span>Rugged, cool, chill man.\u00a0I can<\/span>\u00a0not\u00a0believe that pilgrims once walked this kind of escapades. <\/span>This is\u00a0tourist teasing. <\/span>But O.K., it was beautiful again. <\/span>Twice a bit oetgesjieveld \/ oetgeroetsj (slipped). Harrie, b<\/span>eware\u00a0your calfs. <\/span>A few years ago I ripped my right calf muscle,\u00a0which gave it a different contour than the left. <\/span>Previously also once broke my nose and in my sports club\u00a0my right elbow. <\/span>And despite my asymmetry it\u00a0works out\u00a0anyway.\u00a0I<\/span> see quite some husmannplasses. <\/span>These are small farmhouses on the land,\u00a0in the old days owned by\u00a0a gentleman farmer. <\/span>It seems that until well into the 1800s the landowner ruled his land\u00a0like a king. <\/span>Servants and maids had to ask his permission for their marriage. <\/span>Not infrequently Mr\u00a0landlord devoted himself to the bride, introducing her into the art of “love”? <\/span>Somewhat similar to the “jus\u00a0prima nocce,” of the former Italian village priest. <\/span>Interesting, huh?
\n<\/span>I see again cranes (pictured). <\/span>I miss here buzzards (hawks).\u00a0have they all<\/span>\u00a0descended Southward to my home region in the Netherlands? <\/span>A few phone calls somewhat dispel the loneliness. <\/span>And so we digested trotted on.\u00a0We\u00a0climbed and jumped and slipped <\/span>goats roads\u00a0up and down and at\u00a03:15\u00a0pm, much earlier than expected, I reached my goal.\u00a0<\/span>Come on dude.\u00a0You can do better. Add some more km’s<\/span>. <\/span>But what is the problem? <\/span>If I walk on\u00a0today, tomorrow, on\u00a0Sunday\u00a0I will pass\u00a0Dovre, the last chance to do some shopping before I\u00a0pass the Dovrefjell- plateau for 4 days. <\/span>There are wild reindeer and musk oxen in the snow, but there are no shops. <\/span>So from Dovre I’ll have to carry <\/span>food for my pet and myself for 4 days. <\/span>Not really funny. <\/span>And I had forgotten that tomorrow\u00a0will be\u00a0Sunday, so\u00a0the store in Dovre will be closed. <\/span>I better\u00a0stay now\u00a0right here in Vollheim. <\/span>23 km. is a nice distance<\/span>. <\/span>Tomorrow, only 10 km. <\/span>to Engelshus, so tomorrow actually is a rest day and then the day after tomorrow, Monday, I’ll go on for shopping in\u00a0Dovre and then\u00a0I’ll stay in hostel Fokstugu Fjellstue in Dombas.
\n<\/span>I put a chair in the doorway of my cabin in the sun and write my blog. <\/span>Nice and warm. <\/span>Tosca\u00a0in front of\u00a0me on the wooden porch. <\/span>The views of the snowy mountains\u00a0in front of\u00a0me give me mixed feelings. Except for <\/span>my tent, I have nothing there.\u00a0Next<\/span> night predicted a few degrees of frost, this morning it was snowing and there is a\u00a0cold, wild\u00a0wind blowing. <\/span>It’s a challenge, but on the other side I don’t wamnt to perish here. <\/span>Hey, phone is ranging. <\/span>Norwegian. <\/span>That might be tomorrow’s camp , which didn’t answer my phone call. <\/span>Indeed. <\/span>Can I come? <\/span>Yes! <\/span>Blitz, settled. <\/span>Ha, ha, that’s of course\u00a0a\u00a0good result\u00a0chap (so\u00a0my horse riding instructor Egid CRATS .. always\u00a0called me).<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n