It’s always an early start when you sleep in a tent as the light filters through in the morning. In Norway it doesn’t really get dark so it was a restless night and we were up super early.
We packed up camp while the local sheep and cows stared at us from the nearby fence line and continued on the trail. We walked alongside farms, hills and streams this time no steep grueling climbs, which was a welcome relief.
We took a wrong turn into a toothless females dairy famers property and had to turn back. We then missed the essential turn that would lead us back the correct way to Maxi.
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| Luke leading the way. |
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| Setting off on the morning hike out. |
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| Still full of energy. |
Unbeknownst to us that we were that lost we walked on for kilometers and kilometers. We knew that all roads eventually lead out to the main road route 29 so there was not point stressing.
It became clear as we clocked over 10km that we had in fact taken the wrong route. Soon enough we reached route 29 but with an estimated 10km walk back to the starting point we put our heads down and powered on.
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| Route 29 just before taking a much deserved rest and stashing the backpacks |
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| The Bork House! |
We had a rest and refuel stop by a lovely river just off the main road. It was killing us that we had to drive back along the same road we were walking along and an idea that it would be wise to leave our backpacks hidden in the bushes. Unarmed with the packs we continued on the long journey.
About 4km into the walk Luke decided to take a photo of the farmland just as he finished taking his snap, he turned around and saw a big yellow bus come flying around the corner. He waved the bus down with such vigor that I thought he was going to take off himself.
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| The photo Luke took just before he flagged down the bus. |
The big yellow bus stopped - our chariot from the gods to freedom! We greeted the driver and hopped aboard the empty bus. The driver seemed a little bewildered wondering what the hell where we doing walking out in the middle of nowhere and more importantly, where was our luggage? We explained ourselves- we went for a hike in the mountains, took a wrong turn, got lost, found the 29, left our bags in the bushes and needed to get back to the car and this was the only way.
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| Luke a little over excited from catching the bus! |
Once back to Maxi I text my sister Eva for her 33rd Birthday before it ended in Australian time and we continued our journey towards Sweden.
We had read about a small town called Roros on the Norwegian/Swedish boarder that had appealed to us. A historic copper mining town with wonderfully preserved colourful wooden houses that climb up the hillside.
By the time we reached Roros we were bith so tired that we couldn’t deal with site seeing so we parked up at a layby nearby and had a nanna nap.
Feeling refreshed we took two and reentered Roros. We took a walk through the historic town a literally couldn’t stop taking photos it was just so lovely and picturesque.
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