{"id":106963,"date":"2015-07-13T08:16:46","date_gmt":"2015-07-13T07:16:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.com\/?p=106963"},"modified":"2022-02-01T14:53:27","modified_gmt":"2022-02-01T13:53:27","slug":"monday-july-13th-2015","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.nl\/en\/monday-july-13th-2015\/","title":{"rendered":"Monday July 13th 2015. Rittak shelter between cabin P\u00e4rte and community Aktse 26 km"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\"Re<\/a> Right in front the German. Then the Belgians from Antwerp. One was a fairy.<\/p>\n

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De P\u00e4rte cabin with the Dutch speaking German and the Dutch speaking Belgians.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Water taps unnecessary. One drinks from creek or lake.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Difficult walking on those rocks.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Amazing that Tosca’s feet don’t get wounded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

For Tosca  it’s one great adventure.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Endless scenery.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

I hope this little bridge can bear my weight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Rittak cabin door seems locked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\"Nicolas,<\/a><\/p>\n

Nicolas, the French survivaler, comes outside.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Stove is present and a few hundred bugs.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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After the mosquito-massacre Tosca conquers a place to sleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

I don’t agree with this statement.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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

Interior makes me think of a public bathroom!<\/p>\n

<\/span>Last night, the cloths still were dropping. I wrung them out, hoping that they would be dry this morning.
\n  A tourist information where I wanted to go to, did not exist in Kvikkjokk. Jan finally decided  to take another route: the Padjelanta. After about 14 days he would be in Abisko, while I would arrive there a few days earlier on my Kungsleden path. By then we will see whether we wait for each other, in order to continue together on the wildernis path, the Nordkalottledenroute. Going together is always safer. We’ll see, on verra.
\n  It is one of the warmer days. Between 15 and 20 degrees C. I slept well, overfilled my stomach, bought a new mosquito net and extra supplies plus mosquito repellent for Tosca. So, all ready again. That’s why walking went smoothly. Now in my own pace, perfect, despite the hordes of mosquitoes.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
After four hours instead of the 5-6 hours <\/span>listed in the guide, I reached <\/span>the P\u00e4rte cabin at 3.30 pm, the goal according to my guide. <\/span>But I still can go on for hours. <\/span>You know what I’ll do? Have some soup here, eat well and I’ll walk half of tomorrow’s stage. Half way tomorrows track is a shelter<\/span> above the tree line, the P\u00e4rte cabin. <\/span>That’s cool and windy, so fewer mosquitoes, I thought. <\/span>But I was warned for the contrary. <\/span>Arriving in P\u00e4rte cabin there were also two couples of young Belgians from Antwerp and a German who spoke Dutch perfectly. He h<\/span>ad lived in Dutch Nijmegen for 10 years and now lived in Stockholm. E<\/span>ver again  <\/em>meet emigrants. <\/span>Typical. <\/span>While I was inside, seated at the window, devouring my food, I saw outside a nice fairy, wearing hardly any cloths, soaked, strolling through the forest to our cabin. <\/span>Miracle?  A boys dream, beginning of dementia? <\/span>Ich woar netuurlijk zoe vane miene sus oaf, tot ich vergoat mich die sjoen prie ‘|s good te betrachte (Free translation: I was so busy with my food, I tried to concentrate on my leek). <\/span>It turned out to be one of the Antwerp nymphs, who had probably washed in the lake and now was testing how mosquitoe proof she was. <\/span>Photo. <\/span>Sign “Drinking more.”
\n<\/span>Marius, the international German  and I left and continued towards Aktse. <\/span>But soon Marius was gone. <\/span>I have not seen him since.<\/span><\/span>