Cloudy and windy but dry. <\/span>Twelve degrees C., day and night. <\/span>When I want to leave, long-haired Morritz comes out of the other cabin to say goodbye and to wish Gute Reise. Very<\/span> nice. <\/span>I’m leaving for my last cabin of this part of the trip, the P\u0101ltsahytte. Therefore<\/span> I pass the Norwegian-Swedish border again for the fifth time this trip. <\/span>Of course I filmed the border sign, which had already halfway fallen over. <\/span>Obviously no border control in the middle of the mountains. <\/span>So I do not have to show papers for Tosca. <\/span>And I could have gotten rich if I had filled my backpack with ectasy or hashish. <\/span>Next time\u2026. <\/span>more! <\/span>After 19 km. <\/span>I reach the P\u00e4ltsahytte, but not after it has been drizzling for an hour. Oh well,<\/span> just get wet. <\/span>In an hour I’ll be there. <\/span>The hytte guardian waited for me. <\/span>A 10 days old beard. <\/span>Age, I estimate around 50, rather heavy, didn’t look well dressed or well kept or is he just rude? <\/span>He had already seen me from afar. <\/span>I was the first guest this afternoon. <\/span>Sauna? <\/span>It is still hot and you can wash your clothes there too, he tried to make me enthusiastic. <\/span>I’m going there now, he says, as if that was a recommendation. A little strange<\/span>, that he got the sauna hot if there is no guest and exactly when I arrive, in the afternoon. <\/span>All\u00e0, who cares. <\/span>But because I did not eat on the way, I’ll first finish some muesli with the last milk powder and the last honey. <\/span>In between, I start extirminating the whole army of mosquitoes in my cabin. <\/span>The windows are one big bloody massacre and I feel fine. <\/span>When after about 45 minutes I was ready to wash some underwear and myself in the sauna, the guardian just came out of the sauna, all naked, to go to his own cabin. <\/span>I look at other men’s bodies, like I look at a horse. <\/span>He had heavy buttocks. <\/span>He would have made a good draft horse for the Dutch Zeeland clay. <\/span>As I looked through the sauna window, I saw the 13 next guests arrive. <\/span>I always get the separate, small, usually less equipped dog cabin. <\/span>The others in the main house: all Finns and a German couple from Berlin. <\/span>Later, more people will follow. <\/span>Three tents are set up outside in this bad weather. <\/span>Wind, rain, 11 degrees C. <\/span>And the forecast is bad according to our guardian. <\/span>Actually, I’m isolated in my dog’s hut, like a kind of leper, but in the big cabin, where the others are, I go “schnautzen” (take a look) and everyone is on his\/her own. <\/span>That was different in Spain on the camino de Santiago. <\/span>There was more community sense, in the good sense of the word.<\/span><\/p>\n If I look outside here, I have to conclude that an important aspect of my entire journey is survival. <\/span>How do I make it today to a next sleep-eating place without getting all soaked myself or the contents of my backpack; without getting the shoes full of water, without freezing hands, without being bitten all over by mosquitoes, without slipping and without <\/span>breaking a bone in the rocky fields or to slip into a mountain stream, without getting exhausted without getting lost and preferably at least with human contact? <\/span>Camera battery empty, movie battery is very low, i-pad tonight or tomorrow empty (now 16%), phone must be set “off”, because almost empty, gps batteries are very low. I prepare diner because<\/span> tomorrow I wanna start early. <\/span> I plan to enter the inhabited world tomorrow: Kilpish\u00e4rvi, Finland. <\/span>I want to stay here for a few days to update my blog, prepare for the next part of the trail, doing shopping, phone calls and text messages etc. The next part is 7-8 d. <\/span>Again into the jungle, to Kautokeino, also called the capital of the Sami. <\/span>It is no bigger than our Mechelen, the village where my office is: 3000 inhabitants. <\/span>I will stay there for a few days before I enter the third and final part: 250 km from Kautokeino to Cape North. <\/span>Survival, keep smiling, oladeladio. <\/span>Is this fun now? Fun<\/span> is no question. <\/span>What it is? <\/span>Everything!<\/span><\/p>\n
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Old time Sami shelter<\/p>\n