{"id":106250,"date":"2015-06-03T14:31:02","date_gmt":"2015-06-03T13:31:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.com\/?p=106250"},"modified":"2021-12-30T22:19:02","modified_gmt":"2021-12-30T21:19:02","slug":"106250","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.nl\/en\/106250\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday June 3rd 2015. Borr\u00e5s Gard 20 km"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"Thuis<\/a><\/p>\n

Home we say we had a fight, but they don’t want to believe<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Our landlord and landlady<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

On the way to Borr\u00e5s<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Tosca enthosiastic with hair of a rendeer or wolverine<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Almost at\u00a0Bor\u00e5s<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

It\u2019s raining cats and dogs.\u00a0In brief bad weather. I have to laugh. In magazines and in the windows of travel agencies on <\/span>Norway I always see fjords with deep blue sky, people swimming in the lake and in reports of Scandinavia stories about the continental climate with hot summers, where the sun never sets. H<\/span>ome I wanted a Norwegian grass roof on my sheep barn, but it was not possible, because it doesn’t rain anough in the Nl. <\/span>A green roof survives in the\u00a0Nl. only when the roof is flat and if you\u00a0plant desert plans\u00a0on it, like sedum and if it is sprinkled at times. T<\/span>hat indicates that our Dutch climate is not wet anough, though it rains very much home. O<\/span>n the trails I never see\u00a0anybody. A<\/span>ny guestbook I am writing in, I’m just about the first one of this year. <\/span>Along the many waters and fjords and in the gardens often are\u00a0boats, but I\u00a0never see\u00a0one on the water. Do <\/span>Norwegians\u00a0only live\u00a0during summer holidays? <\/span>No doubt they have a great outdoors in winter with skiing, ice skating, Nordic walking etc. But where is the acclaimed summer?
\n<\/span>Our hostess last night told us that an uncle who had been living in the court yard had died. <\/span>Skin cancer, melanoma. The illness was discovered only a f<\/span>ew weeks ago. <\/span>Now he’s gone. <\/span>A week ago at another inn the same story. <\/span>I look like the Grim Reaper with a scythe. <\/span>Wherever I roam\u00a0people are being burried. <\/span>Maybe that’s why I see nobody.
\n<\/span>Anyway, Francien and I brave the wet weather, as well as many altimeters and we walk again without meeting anyone, to our evening destination.
\n<\/span>Tosca found the coat of a badger or young Wolverine, which delighted\u00a0her a while.\u00a0<\/span>Because we walked all day on the road, I had to keep her much\u00a0at the leash, so she could also<\/span>\u00a0pull me\u00a0uphill.\u00a0She<\/span> should be well tired in the evening, otherwise\u00a0she gets tricky: barking, biting into anything.
\n<\/span>Franciens eye is now swollen up and “sjolkeblauw” (like an apron). <\/span>We call that a “pupsaug”. <\/span>Her thighs begin to\u00a0hurt and the straps of the backpack\u00a0pressed heavily on her shoulders. <\/span>Yes, playing a pilgrim\u00a0is a bit like masochism.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Again faster than expected we arrived in the hamlet Borras, I asked a
\n<\/span>farmer where we had to be. <\/span>With me, was his reply. <\/span>It was only\u00a04 pm.\u00a0<\/span>Gosh,\u00a0how Francien can walk.
\n<\/span>He led us into a spacious wooden house all alone for Francien and me. <\/span>In the living room there was room for more than 20 people. <\/span>The wood stove had heated the entire room. <\/span>His wife had already made coffee when\u00a0she saw us enter their\u00a0yard. <\/span>Towels, comforters, everything was there. <\/span>The apples, peppers, tomatoes and coffee and milk you can use\u00a0she told\u00a0us in Norwegian. <\/span>Y quanta cuesta? <\/span>100 kr. P. P. <\/span>(12 E). <\/span>Francien thought they could ask much more. <\/span>But\u00a0she was mart anough to only think so.\u00a0<\/span>About female intelligence (contradictio in terminis) the following:
\n<\/span>I\u00a0once\u00a0told my French\u00a0niece Am\u00e9lie, when she was 13 y old,\u00a0the following anecdote. A woman was hit by a car,\u00a0got into the hospital and had to undergo a lifesaving skull operation. <\/span>When the skull was opened, the doctors\u00a0saw nothing but a string, running from left to right. <\/span>The surgeon cut the wire and you know what happened? <\/span>No! <\/span>The ears fell off. <\/span>Outraged Am\u00e9lie responded by saying that I myself had only one string. <\/span>To which I defended myself, saying it was a very thick wire. <\/span>Enough about gender differences.
\n<\/span>The house has no heating but a fireplace, which was\u00a0burning for all of\u00a0 us. <\/span>In the ceiling was a hole, so the heat\u00a0also got to\u00a0the bedroom. <\/span>For wifi we had to move to the house of the landlord, 40 m. away from our barn. Communication would be a little difficult<\/span>. <\/span>She spoke only Norwegian, he\u00a0knew a few words of English. <\/span>So for a lively verbal communication we\u00a0wouldn\u00b4t have\u00a0to go there. <\/span>Tosca was outside, dry under the roof of the wooden porch. <\/span>Tonight she can come inside\u00a0in front of\u00a0the door.
\n<\/span>Tomorrow 24 km. <\/span>to Markabygda.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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