{"id":106257,"date":"2015-06-04T15:04:12","date_gmt":"2015-06-04T14:04:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.com\/?p=106257"},"modified":"2022-01-01T17:06:40","modified_gmt":"2022-01-01T16:06:40","slug":"thursday-june-4th-2015-markebygde-levanger-21-km","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.nl\/en\/thursday-june-4th-2015-markebygde-levanger-21-km\/","title":{"rendered":"Thursday June 4th 2015. Markebygde (Levanger ) 21 km."},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"Vertrek<\/a><\/p>\n

Leaving B\u00f8rras Thursday morning<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

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

A short break in the porch of a vacation house<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

When the sun comes out it is beautiful<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Another picture from the porche<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

s=”wp-ca<\/p>\n

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

Outside wet of the rain, inside of the sweat<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Weather forcast in the Nl. 30 degrees C. What a shame for them!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

As one can see, not all grey, fortunately<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Lunch stop in a shed for mail boxes<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Meeting a Dutch couple from Zeewolde<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\"Aankomst<\/a>Arrival at the parish building of Markabygda<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Fire place was burning<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Francien considers playing piano<\/p>\n

Though I slept well every time I turned I could hear the continuous rain lashes against the window and roof. <\/span>Rob de Nijs sang 40 years ago:\u00a0<\/span>“Zachtjes tikt de regen tegen het zolderraam, ritme van de eenzaamheid (Gently the rain taps against the garret window, the rhythm of solitude …”). I thought instead, very hard the rain is hitting against the hostal roof, promise for the new day …
\n<\/span>After a calm and slow breakfast we were ready for the trip through Norway’s beautiful scenery, hoping that in the meantime the rain would stop, but at last we left anyway. <\/span>While one storm after the other poured upon our heads, we felt blessed that the wind (mostly) blew against the back, that sometimes the rain poured a little less, that everything we had to carry uphill would go downhill again and that a temperature of\u00a0<\/span>30 C., which was predicted for the Netherlands next weekend, is not very pleasant on a trip like this. <\/span>And, because of the rain and the cold, there were no mosquitoes. How<\/span>\u00a0lucky we were. <\/span>Francien noticed that there were hardly any birds in these forests. <\/span>No doubt there were a lot of fish in the lakes, but you don’t see nor can you hear them. <\/span>Probably still quite nice! <\/span>Occasionally the sun glanced for a moment. <\/span>After several hours of walking through the hills \/ mountains, on a gravel road through the woods and along lakes, we felt it was time for a break. <\/span>We installed ourselves on the covered porch of a small vacation cottage on the shore of the lake. <\/span>A beautiful place, especially if the weather is nice. <\/span>Pictures. <\/span>Tosca came to bring us a pot with blooming plastic plant. <\/span>Very thoughtful.<\/span>
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