I generally never thought about birds that much, and I never really cared about bird-watching. Whenever I met other travellers on my way to Vardo, it weren’t cyclists, but bird-watchers. There must be something about birds in that area.
The 20 kilometers back to the turnoff that leads to Bugoynes was pretty easy with all the tailwind I got granted this morning. The road towards Varangerbotn led through delightful scenery of beech trees and fantastic views over the fjord glittering in the sunlight. Eventually, the road climbed up a plateau where the landscape was back to barren granite, and a cold wind was coming from ahead. The views over Varangerfjord were marvelous, though.
As emotional it was to arrive at the shore of the Barent Sea in Kirkenes, it was easy to leave town after a rest day. Everything that was going to come would be the icing on the cake. With arriving in Kirkenes I reached my goal that only became obvious within the last 300 kilometers.
It didn’t seem to be possible but it immediately felt even more remote and lonesome after I have crossed into Norway. I passed a couple of abandoned buildings. Neiden, the next settlement, seemed almost deserted and to my disappointment the local coffee place wasn’t open. So I continued. The day was grey and eyeing the looming dark clouds on the horizon I was hoping that it would not start to rain.
Rovaniemi. It took me some time to pronounce that Finnish place name correctly. It’s an iconic place for many reasons: kids send their Christmas wish lists there because everyone knows Santa lives in Rovaniemi.
I didn’t bother about Helsinki. I haven’t had the right mind for sightseeing. The delay of the ferry and my misunderstanding that the port is close to the city center crossed out taking a closer look at Finland’s capital. After an unexpected 18 km ride from the port to the hostel, I only had time to get some supplies and sleep before heading out to the Finnish woods.
When it comes to ferries and boats in general, I’m a little torn apart. I like covering distances with a mode of transportation that actually makes you feel how far you go. But I am pretty sensitive and get motion sick easily. So, facing 30 hours on a ferry from Germany to Helsinki, the capital of Finland, caused quite a lot of excitement, and also made me visit a pharmacy to buy medicine against motion sickness. I was prepared!
I made it through Germany! 801 kms from the Thuringian Forest to the Baltic Sea and further on to the ferry that will bring me north. My first destination was the island of Usedom, which is a popular Baltic Sea destination for many Germans. There I met up with a very good friend and spent a couple of days relaxing and enjoying wine, fish rolls and good conversation. It was a very welcoming treat after having cycled through empty and silent lands in northern Germany.
Generally, I read a lot of adventure stories, especially adventure stories of women. But this only 21-year-old fearless and fabulous woman fascinated me. I read her story about cycling 29,000 km worldwide, and I was immediately hooked (check out her story in Jenny Tough – „Tough Women. Adventure Stories „).
Germany sees an unusual lot of snow this winter. Well, it resembles the winters of my childhood. This somehow almost feels like an inevitable or logic consequence to me being back, stranded, in my tiny home town.