I promised you a second part of the most exciting of all hiking adventures in Stølsheimen, Norway. After reaching the hut (thank God for people who put up and maintain those little worlds of warmth in the midst of wilderness), we fell straight into the bunk beds and had the kind of sleep that you can only have after hiking for nearly 20 hours and if having ‘slept’ next to a lake the night before. It was a great sleep.
The next morning, the mountains were covered in so much fog and the rain just wouldn’t stop, so some other guys we met in this little red house (suddenly it was full of people when we didn’t meet a single person on the way up) urged us to wait until it cleared up. Well, it didn’t clear up for two full days and things can get quite boring when all you have is Norwegian books. They had great photos of hardcore adventurers though. So we journaled, tried to bake bread on fire which went horribly wrong, drank bad instant coffee while the rain against the glass was the best soundtrack and were just quiet and listened to what thoughts were shooting through our heads. It was surreal and it felt like torture at times, because there’s nothing you can do, no phone signal, no proof that the world you’ve grown up in even exists after all. In retrospect, it feels more surreal that the lack of activities is such a big deal. How did we become so addicted to being busy? That doesn’t seem right. But this whole thing was one of the best experiences I’ve had in my life and I’m already planning the next trip… Let me know if anyone wants to join!
As the sky turned a little blue again, we packed our backpacks and went down, down to Voss (where there’s blueberry milk, and of all things I’ve come to love in Norway, this is my biggest crush!), took a bus to Dale and hopped on a train to Bergen from there. The dramatic end that made us realise once more that this is the real, dangerous world was: Two hikers from Belgium we met on our last night were taking the same route down as us but a few hours earlier. Once on the road, we saw a helicopter looking for something for two hours but struggling to land because of all the fog but we had no idea what happened; at the train station in Bergen we saw one man again and checked how things were. He then said his friend injured his foot and now needs an emergency operation and they were just trying to sort out flights etc. If you’re reading… I hope things turned out okay!