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“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...

Two guys walk down the terminal, smoothly pushing their trolley bags. They whisper jokes to each other’s ears, a natural cohesion found only in friendships of long years. They laugh cheekily in their own...

excerpt from chapter IV. Day 25, Seville, 16.11.2023. I woke up under the clear blue sky as the hot Andalusian sun already heated the cobbled streets of Seville. I had slept on the hostel’s rooftop...

The beginning of chapter III. – On the Fisherman’s Trail The beach in front stretched for kilometres. The waves left a long, washed-up line of foam on the sand, slowly evaporating into the...

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...

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...