diary entry of 23 May 2007
The day begins with an ice cold shower and stuck in the mud Norwegian border, pardon of a Norwegian mobile home.
Because the "Social Day" today, we throw our jackets on and rush to the desperate family man to help. His Luxury motor home has been dug with all fours in the mud (the night before it had been raining very heavily). Women and children sit in it and it does not make the rescue attempt just easier. It goes back and forth. Four-wheel drive and automatic transmission, well, congratulations!
By joining forces, we brace ourselves against the part of the motorhome, which has not only grown to look great. But the vehicle moves just do not budge. There can be no pushing and pressing, no sand, no gravel, no cursing. We surrender. The breakdown must be found. Five minutes after the call he is there already. Ratzfatz is the mobile home, free and we can finally . Breakfast
is packed with rucksacks's on tour. We take so long after Henningsvaer, until at last the sun shines for a short time. The wind is bitterly cold and pricks like a thousand needles on the skin. But the fishing villages are beautiful. A breathtaking photo opportunity chasing the next, so that Dad "stop and go" to drive. In between, we keep in stock beastly stinking fish and on a gorgeous sandy beach on the Lofoten Islands. I refuse to walk on the "outdoor toilet" because I did not feel like vollzupinkeln in this strong wind.
A windblown walk with emotional storms and cold fins rounded off this eventful day. I hope it stays this cold will not last ...
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