Sabbatical 2025

1147 Last night after going to bed somewhere at Herøy, I realised I forgot to sit & look at the view of the Seven Sisters; so I unzipped my tent, put on Shine on you crazy diamond by Pink Floyd on my phone and watched the moon rise. Dønna wasn’

I had a rather jovial exchange today at the second ferry, out of three I took today. A ferry employee at Forvik wanted my bike, said he doesn’t see many Surly models in Norway, and offered me one in exchange. His son is a professional racer in a French

Today was an uneventful day, with a little bit of riding and a nice early dinner, but the campsite I am staying at made the day quite interesting. It’s run by two elderly women, one of them doesn’t speak English, Anna and the another lady who has a

I realised during my ride today that I have missed taking my time a little bit; probably due to my fixation with faux athleticism. I have been meeting so many people focused to going very long distances, that I found myself wanting to do the same until I missed on

Today I had a group of bike tourers overtake me today, on an uphill, as if these hills weren’t enough to make me feel inadequate. Later I met all of them at the ferry, a family of three and a solo biker. How is everyone so fast & strong,

I am travelling through places that I suppose I would otherwise only see from a train or a bus and wonder how it would like to be out there. Rens has a bias towards wild camping, so today we are wild camping too, near another gapahuk. But I am not

I am meeting so many people I am forgetting their names at this point. Rens, Helgi, David. I met everyone and more at last night’s campsite. It’s a good confirmation to Kristof and my theory that it would get crowded after Trondheim. After Helgi gave me a pack

Waiting for my bike to get fixed. It’s really surprising that my chain has worn out this much already, so the person at the bike store recommended replacing the chain and maybe the cassette. Unfortunately they didn’t have any replacement for my existing 48-teeth cog, so I might

Trondheim is a town that has the right amount of sadness. It’s not full of unnecessarily happy neighbourhoods. It’s a town that seems like it’s lived in. My Airbnb hostess, Wenche and I had great conversations about the church, Christianity, Norway and solo travel. I had biked