An honest account of travelling in Norway

Day 1

It’s officially day 1. I’ve been sat in Heathrow airport since 10pm. It’s now 3.28am and I’m tired and miserable. Sleeping in an airport is not easy. Especially for someone who loves sleep and really likes it to be quiet.

The toilet seats are more comfortable than the actual seats. The cold floor is giving me an itchy bum even through my down jacket and midlayer fleece.

Honestly, I’m starting to think if this adventure thing is really my thing at all given I can’t even sit in an airport for 8 hours without being uncomfortable.

Made it to Stockholm for our connecting flight. Worked out how that works and have an hour to spare. Got some sleep on the flight too.

Made it to Tromsø! And my bag turned up! And the poles were still attached! On a bus at the moment to the city centre to get some camping gas.

Found camping gas and a map!!! Got another bus, now finally off the roads and onto paths. Time to find a camping spot.

We found a camping spot. It’s nice to be by a stream but there a bugs EVERYWHERE.

Tonight I am very emotional because I’ve had barely any sleep and it all feels a little bit pointless. Like, I have no aim right now. And I can enjoy scenery and all the stuff I love about the outdoors with a bag 10kg less heavy and a bed at the end of the day. The thought of camping until the 25th is just too much.

Day 2:

Slept all morning. Today we’re gonna go back to Tromsø. There’s a campsite so we are going to check that out. It’s kinda difficult to hike anywhere around here because everything is either road or really steep. And we have the classic to think about.

Did my business in some random mountain poo hut. That was fun…

Learnt how to filter water… again! Except I actually did some this time.

Made it back to Tromsø on the bus, got off a bit further off than we intended. Walked back into the centre and found the tourist information centre (where our bus will be tomorrow!). Decided there’s no way we’d be at the bus station at 6am if we camped over the bridge, so we’re in a hotel. (I’m very glad of this – feels a bit like giving up which sucks but there are plenty more days to do the camping thing. It’ll probably feel a bit more purposeful during the Fjallraven Classic because I’ll have targets to meet each day – and there will be lots of other people around doing the same thing.

Perhaps the lesson here is a schedule and less wandering.

Day 3:

Sleeping in a bed was just beautiful and it had only been 2 nights without one! We got up pre 5am and I’m currently at the bus station waiting to go to the Polar Park – the most northern zoo in the world!

On the coach, and there’s this really cute baby who is adamant that chewing the seatbelt is much better than his dummy. It’s really nice just to look out of the window and see more of Norway.

The bus drops us off at the polar park…well, 3km away anyway. We cover it pretty quickly, given bags and all.

I saw two bears! They were so adorable and fluffy.

I am really glad we got to see them and they weren’t hiding.

Sat down and had lunch – this polar park is so hilly and I ache a bit.

We wimped out again and booked another room in Narvik. Now to hope we get on the bus! It’s going to rain really heavily tonight. I’m just not into being cold and wet.

This isn’t how planned to do Norway but I just don’t see the point of being sad…though the hotel thing feels a bit like giving up again.

I just feel like with touristy things like the polar park, I’d enjoy it much more if I didn’t have to carry my bag. It’s hard to stand still with it on. Taking it on and off is hard.

I’m just hoping when Sweden comes around, I’ll only have 5.5 days and 6 nights of it ahead of me so I’ll feel a bit more determined to finish it.

Hopefully my next blog will be a bit happier. And honestly, I am enjoying some of this, like the country is so so gorgeous making the long coach journeys a treat. I’m just not sure I’m up for holidays that are this draining.

Until next time,

Rebecca.

Pre-adventure nerves

Hey everybody!

It has been a while since I wrote something other than a micro book review so thought I’d talk about how I’m feeling right now before my big adventure! (well, big for me anyway!)

So Dan’s currently looking at beautiful outdoors photos on instagram and I’m sat in my dressing gown with absolutely nothing packed or organised – and we fly really early on Tuesday. We’re really great at life, as you can tell.

Norway comes first – part warm-up, part let’s check two places off the list in one go. It’ll be the first time either of us has done a connecting flight, so that’s a bit nerve wracking. (Like how many connecting flight baggage disappearances have you read about, am I right??). Then we get the train (I booked train tickets on a Swedish website – go me!) over to Sweden to begin the Fjallraven Classic 2018! 110km of walking and camping over 5 days.

The things I’m worried about are:

  1. Public transport going completely wrong.
  2. Wildcamping in random places in Norway.
  3. That I’ll be too cold (I hate being cold).
  4. Carrying my backpack for that long.
  5. That I’ve never walked more than 20km each on 2 consecutive days.
  6. Rain. Urgh, rain. Generally just terrible weather.
  7. Not washing my hair for about a week. I’m an everyday washer so that’ll be really hard.
  8. That my kindle battery dies and I won’t be able to read in the evenings / during breaks. (Dan here: This is what the powerbank and solar charger are for 🙂 )
  9. HORRIFYING INSECTS!!!
  10. That I’ll hate longer adventures full stop.

Those aren’t really in any particular order, and I have many more irrational fears (urgh, brain, behave).

I just have to remember that I’ve done little walks – on cold, windy Dartmoor, and on baking hot Dartmoor. And that I like finishing what I’ve started (Hey there, Puig de Massanella). And I’ll have Dan, who is absolutely helping me out by carrying all of the tent and the cooker. And probably other stuff too, but hey, we haven’t packed yet!

Anyway, I can’t believe my Kindle battery dying is one of my top 10 worries…can’t keep a bookworm from her books!

Wish me luck, I’ll let you know how it all goes. Hopefully my blogs will be a little less dramatic than my training walk in Dartmoor liveblog. 

Rebecca

(Who totally can’t sleep right now because AAAAAAAH).

 

 

Dartmoor Take Two – Live Blog

Hey everyone!
So we tried Dartmoor again to see if we could do a bit more walking than last time (and potentially camp for three nights). I thought I’d try something different and make notes of how I was feeling along the way. You’ll probably notice that I was quite miserable, but then it got better. I’m hoping when we do Fjallraven Classic Sweden 2018, I’ll feel a bit better after day 2 as I get used to the weight in my pack. This is also a record of things I’ll learn whilst practising.

Friday night
22:30 In the car, listening to the sounds of the trail podcast, wishing that Dartmoor wasn’t still an hour and a half away .

Dan started listening to the sounds of the trail podcast and finds it funny – I like it because there are lots of women and some of it is so relatable even though I don’t thru-hike yet.

Saturday
00:23 The tent is up, the stars are gorgeous, just inflating the mat and there we go. It is so much warmer than last time and nice to not be freezing. There’s a horse outside though (or two) and they’re creepy.

0:37 In my sleeping bag, warm, much happier than last time.

8:21 Awake and it’s warm!! Did get a little cold in the night.

I did get a little cold during the night – sleeping in trousers would probably be better given I’m a bit of a wimp.

10:21 we’ve put away the tent and been walking for 15 minutes or so. It really hurts and I hate this so much. But the little lambs were cute.

The first half an hour is always absolutely horrible.

11:01 Climbed up Bellever tor, no energy. Whyyyyy?

I forgot to mention that the view was beautiful.

11:39 So I hadn’t tightened my shoulder straps enough (urghhh) so that’s why the bag felt worse than last time. Still can’t say I’m feeling it yet.

Hadn’t adjusted it for just one layer – I had three last time I used it!

12:15 it’s lunch time – we made it to Postbridge – a pretty little village. Feel loads better (might be because we went downhill).

13:31 had a long reading break looking over the river. Very tired. We’ve only walked about 5km. 7 or 8 left.

14.38 Hartland Tor. It’s so hot today and I’m not feeling it. Urghhh. I want to feel it.

15:38 This is very hard today. But the sun’s gone in and we’re not too far off the forest…I’m just really tired.

16:07 Walked through a bog – can’t tell if my foot is wet from bog water or sweat. Probably both. Having to work out good crossing points distracted me from the fact this is hard.

It was good to have to think about foot placement instead of how warm it was.

16:23 There is just sodding brown everywhere.

Moorland – what can I say?

16:45 We are in the forest and I feel a bit better. Change of scenery is excellent because damn the Moors were getting boring.

17:27 Made it to the camping spot.

It was in a little wood just outside a reservoir area.

18:49 Just used the shewee. Love this adventure.

I bought a shewee because sometimes your legs hurt too much to squat. Was good to practise using it.

19:25 Tent is up, life is instantly better.

19:39 Even better, Daniel cooked dinner (I mean he does every day to be fair).

19:40 Ooooh pasta and weird french grains.

Total distance: 14.2km

Sunday
9:02 Slept okay but why do my arms and shoulders hurt and why are my legs fine?

12:12 Just been for a quick walk along the reservoir (bagless). I miss bagless walking…it’s too hot so saving the walking for later in the afternoon.

13:19 Note to self don’t take sleeping mat outside there are Ticks everywhere.

Fortunately didn’t get any bites, Dan can’t say the same. Little buggers.

14.19 Off we go, I really don’t wanna put this bag on.

14:59 A public loo! Just at the right time. Walking feels better today – I didn’t distribute the weight well yesterday which is why one of my hips hurt more than the other.

I put my clothes bag upright on one side meaning one side was much heavier than the other. Must learn to pack better.

15:36 Late afternoon is nice. Have a little headache though.

16:57 Uphill hurts. Bag feels better but the heat is relentless.

18:19 Walked through a forest, had a break and a read – back on the moorland but it’s cooler now. Enjoying myself again. It’s kinda beautiful.

20:04 Back at Postbridge, had dinner by the river (tuna and bean pasta). The ‘I’m doing cool stuff feeling’ has kicked in and I’m like yeeeeesss outdoors (also I saw a foal and some lambs which was awesome). I learned how to filter water.

Water filtering is actually easy. You just fill up a bag in the stream, attach this nozzle thing and squeeze the bag so the water goes into the container. Oh you can also drink from the nozzle – how cool is that? (It’s called the Sawyer Squeeze).

20:56 This is amazing. Up on a hill as it’s going dark. It is COOL and I’m not aaaah hot. Just gonna find a good camping spot.

21:21 Blessed with another public toilet! Tonight feels good. So so good. I’m so so happy.

Thanks Bellever Forest for leaving your loos open at night.

22:05 Ah it’s beautiful. The stars are out (maybe a couple of planets). There is no wind. It’s cool. It’s silent. I can see the car (we are going to the car now because I am totally on it). And I am enjoying night hiking.

22:36 Back at the car – 16.6km done today. Walking at night was soooo awesome.

03:15 I am home. Felt a bit sick in the car but so happy to have a bed.

Monday
13:04 I love Dan, he made me cheese and marmite on toast. Felt amazing to have a shower and sleep in a bed and urghhhhhhh it’s Tuesday tomorrow.

And there we have it, my second wild-camping adventure. Over in a flash (or not, it was a bit too hot to be happy sometimes!).

On to the next one….

Rebecca.

My First Wildcamp – Dartmoor

Back on Easter Bank Holiday weekend, I did my first wildcamp on Dartmoor (which also happened to be the first time I’ve had to carry my big 65L Osprey Aura backpack).

It was always going to be daunting – I’m not very strong and the bag was quite heavy (though in reality, no more than about 10kg).

The first battle was packing. My sleeping bag just about fits in the bottom of the backpack. I also find it really difficult to roll up my mat tight enough to fit in its case – but Dan was on hand to do it properly. I also carried water, snacks, clothes, waterproofs, toiletries and I think Dan had the rest (he’s good like that).

We arrived at Hound Tor on Saturday afternoon (we’d avoided the morning rain). The biggest challenge was picking the backpack up and trying to get it onto my back. Fortunately, once in place, the hip belt made and tightening the shoulder straps made it reasonably comfortable. Poles were lengthened and off we went.

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I can’t remember most of the route (I remember passing Widecombe-on-the-Moor at some point). And we went up a really big hill in the freezing wind. There was also some sort of trail race going on, but rather them than me. It was exhausting, cold and I was honestly a little miserable. But late in the afternoon, we started to go downhill again (and in my ‘I hurt so much and I’m so tired and bleeeeh’ state, started singing John Denver’s Take Me Home, Country Roads).

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It felt good to take off my rucksack, but within a few minutes of stopping the walk I got really cold. I half-heartedly helped Dan put the tent up (it’s an easy tent to put up, but some of it is fiddly with thickish gloves on). By the time I could get inside, I was shivering and even more miserable and honestly had no desire to ever camp again. I think I even cried a little bit – yes, I’m a bit of a wimp. But Dan cooked us some pasta (mixed with John West packets of tuna or salmon and random cous-cous variations to add some flavour), and I ate it with my sleeping bag over my legs, with base layer, jumper, fleece and synthetic down jacket on. As I warmed up, I was lots happier.

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I slept reasonably well. Dan’s old inflatable mat was much more comfortable than the roll mat that I was using before. My sleeping bag was incredibly cosy. I slept in a hat. I woke up to the sound of sheep grazing. It was actually really peaceful.

Naturally, it was still cold in the morning. Naturally, I was too cold to change clothes (I did manage to change socks and wow it felt good). Naturally, I had to wee outside which was rather difficult with sore legs. But after that, we packed up and walked the last few kilometres back to Hound Tor. My collar bones ached a lot from the day before but everything felt better after the first half an hour or so. And it still hadn’t rained, which was awesome.

When we finished, we got celebratory cheeseburgers at the burger van, warmed up in the car, and drove home. And I actually felt really good. And I’d happily do it again (hopefully in slightly better weather). I’ve learned to put my thermals on before I get too cold to change clothes, to trust my sleeping bag which is warm even if it doesn’t look it, and that I can carry my big bag over a fair distance with hills in it.

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I can’t wait to give it a go again!

Rebecca.

Puig de Massanella – My First Summit

17th April 2018, a few days into a holiday in Mallorca. The day of my first mountain summit. Puig de Massanella, 1364m, the second highest on the island, the highest accessible to the public.

Starting at Cúber, a reservoir surrounded by fantastic scenery, I didn’t quite know what to expect. But I had my trusty boots and trekking poles, and my other half (aka the navigator).

First was a nice, flat amble alongside an aqueduct with some pretty views of the reservoir and surrounding mountains.

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Then we entered a forest, beginning the ascent. Here the trees provided some much needed shade. We crossed a group of older people, all kitted out with their trekking poles. We passed each other many times on our ascent to the viewpoint below the scramble to the summit. They were so happy – and it was amazing to see people as old as my grandparents climbing the same hills as I was. If I can do that when I’m that old, I’ll be very happy!

At that point my calves began to really hurt with each step, but my other half thought to tighten my boots and that seemed to keep the pain at bay. The hike was beginning to feel long, and we hadn’t even exited the forest yet! At this point, I began thinking there was no way I’d make it to the top (my uphill walking fitness is pretty rubbish haha).

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After a lunch of trail mix (ours has cashews, raisins, dried cranberries and apricots), we finally left the forest and could see the peaks before us. A rocky path would lead us upwards – at times we lost it and had to clamber over some bigger rocks to get back on the right track.

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Finally, we reached the view point – the clear skies allowing us to see all the way to Menorca. And we again met the older people, who had finished their ascent and were enjoying a nice lunch. At that point we had to decide if we’d carry on to the summit. Me, being inexperienced, didn’t quite realise how much scrambling that would require. But I’d come this far – and really wanted to reach my first mountain summit!

So off we went, beginning the climb. I hadn’t scrambled anywhere near as far before. It was actually quite scary, and my thighs ached with every step upwards. But I saw many people passing us on their way down, and knew if they could do it then so could I. Someone was even hiking in a long skirt!

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We made it to the summit plateau, and hiked across to the summit, almost at our end point. We crossed paths with lots of goats (how I wish I had the agility of a goat!). My other half captured a great video of one making a very human like noise! Then came the last bit of scrambling, and there I was, at the summit of a mountain higher than any in the UK. I could see all of Mallorca from up there.

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All that was left was the descent. The downhill scramble was difficult and challenging – sometimes even scary. But the views were stunning and we made it down to the path in good time. Back through the forest and back along the aqueduct, we made it back to our trusty rental car where we found a few donkeys!

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It was an exhausting day with over 10 hours of walking, but I’ll always remember how it felt to reach my first summit!

I really appreciated my Osprey pack – very comfortable, my hydration bladder (so much easier than getting out a water bottle) and of course my trekking poles.

Here’s to many more mountains in the future – I will not linger only in the foothills anymore!

Rebecca.

Step into a new adventure!

Hi everyone!

I guess it’s time to introduce myself. I’ve been sharing lots of my photos on instagram lately so thought it was about time I started writing about my adventures – both in imaginary worlds (books) and the real world (hiking, trekking etc).

I’ve been reading since I was a kid – Jacqueline Wilson and Cathy Hopkins, and then the magical world of Harry Potter. Now I read mostly YA, fantasy, sci-fi and the odd romance. I’ll also blog about my escapades into non-fiction.

My love for hiking started in my third year of university. My then housemates decided I should get out of the house more, so I picked the hill-walking society and off I went every Sunday for the entire year. After university finished, I met my other half, who fortunately loves adventures too (both in books and beautiful places!). I’ll blog about what we get up to over the next few years.

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So there we are. Hope you enjoy reading about the two loves of my life; trails and tales.

Rebecca