The tent is as leaky as a sieve

It rains heavily at night. Really tough for my three bodyguards who are lying in their tent further away. I had said they could come into the shelter too – that is how it should be until it is full – but they preferred to stay in their tent. I was glad about that too, but now they’re in trouble. The tent is as leaky as a sieve, and they’re trying to dry their motor suits with towels.

Dark thoughts

The suffering quickly passes, because by ten o’clock it’s dry. I just can’t move forward. I feel mentally unwell. I have dark thoughts. I get the impulse not to try to explain it, because I can’t come up with a reason for this feeling either. Sometimes I feel super happy, and there isn’t always a reason for that. Or at least, not a significant one. It could be a flower that makes me fall in love with life.

I MUST write

So off I go. I drag myself along until I see a table in the shade. I feel it, I MUST write. It’s special what happens. I write and write, without thinking about it. Then I present it to ChatGPT. It’s about how, as a nomad, I can maintain valuable connections with friends and family. To my surprise, it really helps me. Not because ChatGPT solves my problems, but because it helps me look at my own thoughts differently. A sort of online sparring partner. Truly helpful!

I don’t listen to route advice

The rest of the day, I don’t walk much, but I enjoy it all the more. The Swedish west coast here in Västra Götaland is so beautiful. At one point, when I don’t find the path right away, a woman with a cigarette in the corner of her mouth tells me to walk to the main road. With my cart, I can’t go along the coast. Normally I would listen, but now I just get angry. ‘Why can’t I do that with my cart?’ Maybe she touched a nerve. Because who actually decides what I can and can’t do?

Being stubborn pays off

And it’s a good thing I didn’t listen, because what follows makes words unnecessary. The path is quite okay and after an hour I reach an idyllic little beach with a small patch of grass for my tent. That lady was completely mistaken!

Overnight stay: Kolmyrarna