As always right before you need something, it breaks. So that’s what happened to the hiking poles. So now I had just one pole to climb the damn mountain. I left the other one down near the tent stucked in the soil.
As always the further up you climb the mountain the less people you meet. Again my magic boots helped me to do the tempo so we passed like 3 couples on our way up. Yeah that’s how competitive I am. It was one of the rockiest hikes we have done so far but kind of suited me. It was so hot while hiking but as soon as you stopped the wind got the best of you. I guess it’s kind of good way to keep you going and not waste too much time on resting.
While I was enjoying going up then whenever we had to go a little downhill I was thinking ‘oh sh**, I’m going to break my neck’. And of course I managed to slip and fall on the rocks. I sprained my ankle and fell between the rocks. I was lying there in an awkward position, my ass up in the sky and all I could think was ‘Now I am in the middle of nowhere, about 2h hike away from the closest road…. I cannot break any bones in here’. Well fortunately, that was a bit dramatic as I didn’t really break anything. Just a little scratch here and there, nothing major, but still. Why me?!
We made it to the top… well almost to the top as for the highest peak of the mountain you had to literally climb the ridge. And everyone knows even if it was safe I could never do that. So we stayed where everyone else was, down on the plateau. And there were way more people in the top than I expected. As always, Tom heard some Czech and started talking to them. It turned out to be a bus full of Czechs climbing some mountains around Norway. And again they insisted on taking a picture of us. Well, why not, I guess.
So far no knee pain, passing all the people on the way, I was more than confident. Tom decided to take a little detour down and get some fresh water while I was supposed to just follow the track and continue the way down. As I knew approximately where to go, I decided to not follow the signs and just go with the flow… Yeah, worst idea ever. While I was focusing on passing people and doing it as fast as I could…. just because I could I got lost. Suddenly I was on the edge of the mountain, nowhere to go. Not a good feeling when scared of heights, I must say. Fortunately, going back just a little bit was enough to find the track again. I was really scared for one second, though. But I guess I am one of those people who just don’t learn from their mistakes from the first time. So I made the same stupid mistake when trying to find the car park. The track led to a tiny road by a cliff and I was ‘hell no, I ain’t going there!’. So I decided to go up and take a detour by myself… and managed to get lost again. What the hell?! How is it possible? I can see the car park but for some reason all the tracks are leading pass it. How am I supposed to get down then? So I just made my own track, wondering around like a lost lamb. If I didn’t have the magic boots I guess I would have had to make that 3km detour, go to the tent and get to the car park from the road, which was RIGHT THERE. Unbelievable! Now I was pissed, tired, hungry and hoped the toilet will not have 10minute queue. It didn’t. I drank some fresh water, hugged my tour guide (who I apparently need by my side 24/7 in order not to get lost) and it was all forgotten.
We packed the tent and hitchhiked further. We got the lift pretty fast which was nice. While driving down I noticed a traffic jam on the road. So this is what happened. If you have been in any mountainous area you know the roads there. The same bus full of Czechs got stuck on one of the turns. Not sure if something happened to the bus or the driver simply didn’t know how to take those sharp turns. The bus was stuck in the middle of the turn causing a huge amount of cars waiting behind it. I think we were waiting like at least for 15-20 minutes before we managed to get further. Fortunately, as soon as the driver kicked everyone out of the bus he dared to take the turn and keep driving.
I guess we had been way too lucky for the day as it started raining…. well pouring. A German couple gave us a ride and let us hide in their camper van until their ferry arrived. After they took off we decided to have a dinner in the little waiting hut in the port. I wanted to use the chance and wash my hair and face in the sink. You would be surprised how nice that can be. Okay, this is something I need other people’s help. Especially the ones that are not born with perfect skin. How do you keep your face clean? Mine just hates me for not keeping the regime on the road and shows it off BIG TIME. I really hope it is just my stupidity and not the price I need to pay for travelling. HELP!
As soon as we saw another ferry coming in we decided to pack and try to catch a lift further. No one stopped although it was raining. We had been out for couple of minutes and I was already soaking wet. No one stopped until the last car from the port passed us and then reversed back. It was a local farmer with her daughter. One of the nicest people we have met on the road. They insisted us staying at their house as it was pouring rain outside. How nice was that?! First time during this trip we had a shower. Shame I had just washed my hair in the sink. We spent the whole night just talking and discussing all the issues going on in the world and sharing our travel stories. The amazing hot tea, good company and warm room made it perfect. I guess it was like in a movie or how you imagine hitchhiking to be. You meet a stranger and you get along right away and they are just way too generous by turning a hitchhiking trip to a full comfort trip. As you can imagine I slept like a baby that night. In the morning she even showed us around in the valley. Woods and everything. I must say, not a bad place to live in. Not bad at all.
Although the morning started well we got stuck on the road nearby. Waited for the next lift for an hour or more. Next 2 days were dedicated again simply to hitchhiking. Meeting lots of awesome people and having long conversations. You would be surprised how close you get with strangers when spending couple of hours together. In one of the cars we spent half a day and got to know the guys so well that I forgot that we just met. We cooked together, shared our experience and opinions about travelling, Norway, studying, life etc. We shared the food. That’s how close you can get with someone you barely know if you just give them a chance.
When we arrived to Mo i Rana we did decide to take the coastal road as every single (local) person suggested that. Was it nice? Yes. Was it worth double amount of time spent on driving? I am not sure. Maybe my lack of excitement was because of the weather and the fact you couldn’t really see much through the fog. Anyways, if you really wanna see EVERYTHING, go take the coastal road from Mo i Rana to Lofoten, otherwise if you reach Lofoten from the highway, you haven’t missed out on anything.
LAST STOP LOFOTEN!
To be continued…