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Finally back on my bike! It’s been a whole three weeks since I last sat on it. I was very happy during that time, but I’m now very happy to get back in the saddle. The weather is playing along, the most pleasant summer weather is shining in my face. I’m beaming all over the place when I get to pedal again.
I will try to summarise the last two and a half weeks in other blog entries. A lot has happened, and it is a challenge to do justice to it. After my long silence, I was already asked whether everything was fine with me (many greetings to Hauke and the “Hexenbad”). Everything is very good, but I still have a lot of new things to sort out. In short, for context: I spent a week at a kind of festival, got to know a few people very intensively there and redefined my relationship with myself. I fell head over heels in love with one of these people and then spent another week with him. I made some decisions about my life for the autumn, including moving to Sweden. I organised some more repair and other materials, travelled back to Oslo, got sick. I was forced to take a two-day break with and at my lovely host family. Today I moved on.
I didn’t move on without dawdling until the afternoon. I sleep in, then I pack everything (or at least I thought I would) and force all my devices to update. It’s necessary, but I could have done it in the last few days and weeks. At least the devices on strike give me time to have breakfast with my host family (at noon). A cool bunch that I’ve really grown fond of (more about that in a future blog entry).
I take the same route out of Oslo as I did almost four weeks ago, quickly leaving the city and then taking some beautiful forest roads, relatively uphill. I’m still quite weak. After only 20km, I’ve had enough for today, I find a nice place by the lake, swim and settle in. I have a long phone call with my mum, which feels good. My dinner is a combination that probably only tastes good outside: ramen, mashed potatoes, canned mackerel in tomato sauce.
At some point along the way, I realised that I had left my towel, spare shirt and spare underpants hanging on the clothesline. They are all very practical items that I could use quite well. Nevertheless, I take it with a sense of humour that I will have to do without them for the next few days. It’s actually a miracle that I haven’t left something behind at one of my previous stops. This time I’m lucky, I don’t even have to turn back: Leonie’s family is travelling from Oslo to Bergen on Tuesday and I’ll be able to catch up with them on the way.
Even though my body still feels weak, I’m really happy to be out and about and looking forward to having some time to myself. Time alone after all the intense encounters.
