The Massiv Trail

“We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander” -Thoreau Day 1 “As little as possible”, Silje said. “As little as possible”, I think, eating the last pieces of candy, clumsily taking them out of the bag with frozen fingers barely moving. Only a few minutes more, […]

14th of August, from Bjorndalsbu It was the sunniest day we’ve had on the trail, but now it’s getting unpleasantly windy. I’m still in the living room of the hut. The hut keeper told me that campers have to leave the hut by 6 pm otherwise pay full lodging. He is incredibly annoying and self-righteous,

8th of August Where to start? – A sentence I’ve used too many times. Well, maybe to start with the present. It is half past six in the afternoon. I’m sitting at a living room of a hut to which I arrived around 3 pm. Around me, British, American and Norwegian hikers talk about their

2nd of August  Why did I come here? What is the purpose of this journey? If it is to clear my mind, or to face something, what is there to face, or to clear? Maybe it would be the best to just shut up, be simple, and enjoy the moment without purpose-seeking. It would be

1st of August  Last night I camped by a lake at the outskirts of Oslo, where the metro line meets its last stop and the city meets the edge of Norwegian forests. “Oh fuck” was my first reaction coming out of the metro, seeing and feeling the dark, hollow empty station just before midnight.  “It’s a