Silently brewing coffee

When I wake up, I quietly make coffee with my spirit stove. This one is silent, unlike my gas stove, which makes quite a bit of noise. The five boys are still asleep, and I don’t want to wake them. They have hung a tent cloth in front of their shelter so they can sleep in the dark. I’m surprised I didn’t hear anything from them last night. My earplugs were ready because, after all that beer, I expected quite a bit of snoring.

Snoring in the night

Then I suddenly hear someone shout: “Raging boner alert!!!” They are awake. With their hair all over the place and sleepy faces, they come out of the shelter one by one. Immediately, it’s a lot of fun. They say I snored too. Not that I chopped down a whole forest, but they briefly thought they heard a wild animal. That was me… ahem.

Solid ground beneath my feet

We say our goodbyes, and after I walk in the wrong direction, I finally get on the right path. I immediately feel the solid ground beneath my feet. I’m back in the mood. No more wobbly knees and my confidence is back up.

Spring behind lock and key

I think I can get fresh water at the museum farm ‘Vippentorpet,’ but I end up disappointed. There is a spring, but even that is behind lock and key. Everything is closed. I currently have no water, but luckily I find a stream a kilometer away and can purify the water with my filter. That’s one nice thing about this country: water is usually not far away.

The wonders of nature

A beautiful caterpillar crosses my path. Bright yellow with long ‘hair’ and white, black-edged squares all over its back. I’ve never seen anything like it. Nature can be surprisingly beautiful. I film the creature but have to stop because a tractor is coming with enormous tires. I step into the ditch to let the machine pass. I want to scream: “Noooooo!” But I swallow it down. The tractor drives over the poor caterpillar.

The tragedy of the caterpillar

A squished, orange-brown, damp heap is all that remains. Only a few hairs still stick out. The only consolation: his death was quick and painless. If a bird had grabbed the caterpillar, I would have felt more at peace. But this is just so stupid. With a bitter aftertaste, I continue walking. Life is just not fair.

Overnight stay: Ekegården