Musings on Travel and Life
All the posts about my run from South to North.
Zero kilometers. I hold the sign and savor the coolness of the metal. I’m done. Actually done. Not done for 20 minutes while I eat lunch. Not done for the night. Not even done for the night and the next day, while I take some time and rest. Done with the trip. I can do …
I wake early and check my Ipad. I’ve grown attached to it, over the last month. It’s been a loyal camera and diary and watch, through trials it was never made to endure. I’ve shoved in into the sand and water of my pack, protected by only a plastic bag, and I’ve exposed it to …
I feel a wave of apprehension as the ferry approaches land. For three hours I could tune out of my body, into the beauty of the coastline. I could gaze at fjords and cliffs and just appreciate them, without having to weigh them as obstacles. But now that the boat ride is over, I’m worried …
I wake up hungry. Time to find whatever grocery store serves the ferry terminal. But It turns out there isn’t a grocery store, just a really over-priced restaurant. I’d pass it up, but I’m completely out of food. I try to eat my scrambled eggs and toast slowly, even though I’d love to demolish the …
It’s been four days since the sickness, and all traces have gone. If anything I feel better than normal. Maybe I needed the time off my feet, and the sickness gave a rest I would never have taken otherwise. All I know is that I’m stronger than I’ve been in weeks. I’m also nearing the …