Joint breakfast

I have breakfast with Joost. I make coffee and fry eggs. It’s a treat for him, as he has been eating mostly dry food and freeze-dried meals over the past week. He is also hiking the Skåneleden Kust till Kust with a huge backpack, but in the opposite direction.

Running after a hiking day

He stumbles out of his tent; yesterday he decided to run another ten kilometers after hiking 24 kilometers. He promised himself months ago that he would run at least ten kilometers every week in preparation for his third marathon. Now it’s a bit too much of a good thing…

Three cups of coffee

I make coffee three times. We both really enjoy it. Fortunately, Joost bought bottles of water yesterday at the supermarket, 4.5 kilometers away, because I have water for myself but not for a guest. The water pump turns out not to be working. I’ve learned my lesson and always make sure I have water, even if it says there’s a tap or pump. Too often, there turns out to be no water available. I don’t want to take that risk anymore.

Coffee with bubbles

The bought bottles turn out to be sparkling. Water sprays out when opened, but the coffee still tastes good. Unlike the bottles in the Netherlands, the label here is blue instead of red, which is why it seemed like still water. The rest of the water goes into a CamelBak, and he donates the empty bottles to me. That’s some deposit money back!

The shelter is occupied

The route that follows is tough, through the woods and along a river. It’s almost dark when I arrive at the shelter spot. I expected it to be occupied. It’s Friday night, and the locals often go out as well. And indeed: the shelter is occupied, the two picnic tables too, and there are four tents set up.

Limit of socializing has been reached

Although I had a pleasant conversation with a Swedish family and the aroma of reindeer stew was delightful, I decide not to stay. Today, I’m not in the mood for people. Yesterday and this morning, I was already with Joost, and as fun as that was, there is simply a limit to my need for socializing.

Then no toilet

600 meters back, I found a nice spot right by the lake with a table, just no toilet. That’s always a nice luxury, but I can certainly live without it!

Overnight stay: Lärkeholmssjön