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.
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.
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,