The first part of the track was quite easy. Although there were some rocks here and there, the terrain was mostly flat-ish. There were some foot bridges and in some areas you walked on wooden planks. If I were a pirate, perhaps I’d be more nervous about that notion, lol. Or maybe I am aContinueContinue reading “Lap Dånalds”
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At the start in Nikkaluokta
Friday August 11th starting at 6.30 am busses were running from Camp Ripan in Kiruna to the start of the Fjällräven Classic in Nikkaluokta. There was quite a long queue and I had to wait probably a good hour before I could get on a bus. It was fine, there was still plenty of time andContinueContinue reading “At the start in Nikkaluokta”
Registration
And then it was time to register! I received my trekking pass, luggage tag, and picked up a map and trash bag. Then I went for food. They had huge crates with various freeze dried meals. I stocked up on breakfast and spaghetti bolognese, because I remembered from last time the spaghetti was actually quiteContinueContinue reading “Registration”
Relaxing in Kiruna
On Wednesday August 9th I made my way to Kiruna in Swedish Lapland. The Fjällräven Classic wouldn’t start until Friday the 11th, but I wanted to get to Kiruna in advance to acclimatise and to relax a bit before the big adventure started. On the plane over, there were many hikers and I met severalContinueContinue reading “Relaxing in Kiruna”
Unfinished business
Last month, I attempted to hike the Fjällräven Classic in Swedish Lapland again. My first try was in 2013, and leaving the trail then left me devastated and defeated. Too much was riding on the trek then and what was meant as a positive experience, a boost of life, ended up weighing me down. SinceContinueContinue reading “Unfinished business”
No Man’s Land
Hirst is an alcoholic upper-class litterateur who lives in a grand house presumed to be in Hampstead, with Foster and Briggs, respectively his purported amanuensis and man servant (or apparent bodyguard), who may be lovers. Spooner, a “failed, down-at-heel poet” whom Hirst has “picked up in a Hampstead pub” and invited home for a drink,ContinueContinue reading “No Man’s Land”
Captain Peacock
When we were at the Castelo de São Jorge, we soon encountered two male peacocks. Well, first we heard them and then we saw them. I absolutely can’t stand the sound that peacocks make. It’s like a cat being strangled, so awful! The two guys were dancing around each other. At the time, we didn’tContinueContinue reading “Captain Peacock”
Castelo de São Jorge
Now that the weather is getting colder in the Netherlands and Autumn has truly arrived, it doesn’t take much for me to reminisce and enjoy the memories of my spring trip to Lisbon last April. As I’m sitting on my couch, snuggly under a warm, fluffy blanket, I’m longing to feel the warmth of the sunContinueContinue reading “Castelo de São Jorge”
Alive and Trekking 