Scandinavian trip v. 26. 03. 15. 102008


As an introduction I would like to explain that this travel report was composed of many individual emails to our friends and acquaintances, so it may well be that some things are written twice, sorry, but the post-processing was very tedious and was also done with two different PC systems . .

This trip was a great wish of Traudl, my wife and me, which we fulfilled immediately (53 days) after Traudl retired. Travel companion was Otto our WOMO.

Our first stage led us from Mannheim to Kesselsdorf in Saxony, where we had to pick up a grill that we had ordered. After a good bourgeois meal and a or were there several, we had a quiet night bagging.
The journey took us on to Brandenburg, where we visited two very nice people whom we had only known from the phone, from emails and from a forum. We stayed three days where we ate and drank as if we were stocking up for the cold days ahead in Scandinavia.
After saying goodbye that everyone found difficult, we drove to Rostock, where we wanted to take the ferry to Trelleborg / S the next day.
After a six hour crossing we landed in Trelleborg and set off to travel to Scandinavia, as they say, the journey was the goal. At this point in time we had no idea that the way would be 25.331 km long, although we knew that we would be long and long on the way.

Then finally at 14:00 we arrived in Trelleborg, in wonderful spring weather we took the road under our feet, first I wanted to go to Lund, then on the exit from the harbor I said we drive to Malm , then we drove towards Lund, at a roundabout there was no sign where we were going, and promptly we decided in the wrong direction. Back, the road just ended.
Again I didn´t want to do something like that to myself and so I made a quick decision on the way to Malm . It went fantastic and we had wonderful, sunny weather all day. The evening came very slowly towards us and so I wanted to leave the autobahn shortly after Varberg, or Traudl should drive down, because she had already been driving for two hours. Said and done, want to go to a campsite there, almost knowing that it is closed, but still, you can stand still. . . . . . . .

Through the dump very slowly at 20 km / h, see the place was actually closed, turning around was announced,. . . . . . oh, how practical, a paid parking lot, you can turn there, the thought was there, the deed almost carried out, but oh. . . . Fright. . . . what´s going on now, it shot through my brain, it rumbled and I sat with Otto´s right rear wheel in a 40 cm deep hole. . . . . . Hole. . . . Hole. . . . . .
SHIT. . . . . . . . . . . . . . braided what now ?????
ADAC called in Munich and after approx. 1 hour a tow truck was there, the steel cable was hooked in and pulled out. nothing broke the other and so we got back on track. That we saw the door at the end, at least I didn’t really need to be mentioned. . . . . Hallelujah, what a pig we were. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Then we went on, back on the motorway towards G teborg, where we spent the night at a rest stop for truckers and husbands.


After a not very quiet night, directly on the motorway, we drove directly to G teborg the next morning to fill up one of our aluminum gas bottles.
After studying the city map and asking a few questions, we found the company where this was possible. My Swedish wasn´t running smoothly yet, but we still got what we wanted and without having to pay anything for it. Out of sheer joy, I forgot the first and only time to give the man at least two cans of Tyska oil as a thank you. I will do that next year.
Then it went straight through G teborg towards Partille on the E20 to Skara. Of course I missed the exit to Partille, you have to get used to the Swedish signage, once and then the exit comes already and so we drove on the 45 towards Trollh ttan and then turned at some point around our destination to achieve, which is at Skara. A detour, but the trip was still very nice.

In the afternoon we reached our destination and stood with very dear people for 9 days, we wanted to watch the Tranor (cranes) on Hornbergasj . Not like many who sat there in earth bunkers and watched. But pretty close. The possibility existed and so we drove to the lake again and again during these 9 days to observe the birds at all times of the day.
Of course we also got to know the surroundings in order to see something from this corner. For example, the Skara Cathedral, a bank in Skara that looks more like a fantasy castle on the outside, and much more. We spent two wonderful evenings with our friends, learned a lot about Sweden and experienced the first really shitty glitch. The toilet pressure relief valve was broken and the sauce was leaking. But we were also lucky, a few km further there was a motorhome dealer, there we found what we were looking for and got a new T tank straight away. That went immediately the dealer is the sole importer of these parts in Sweden.

After saying goodbye with the promise to visit our friends again, we went on the tour, first via Lidk ping to Schlo L ck . The route is wonderful, many deer are sent directly on the road, they did not let us disturb them even when we stopped. Then a gap, unfortunately closed, like so many other sights that we would have liked to see. But we also knew about the short season in Sweden, we weren´t here for the first time.

We spent the night on the Hunneberg, i.e. in the king´s hunting ground, where we knew a place where one could really stand quiet,
at least at this time of the year.
The next day began with rain, the route led us via Mellerud to Bengtsfors, a real mountain -u. Descent with an incline of up to 23%. There we once again saw this great intersection of road, railroad and waterway, you just can´t get enough of it.
We continued in the direction of Karlstad and then powdered sugar came down on us from above at m l, it started to snow and it started to snow really hard.
We decided to call at a `` safe haven ´ to see how the weather would develop.
We found a campsite (Skutberget) near Karlstad and on the way there we did some really big shopping.
We stood in the square for two days, went for a walk on the lake next to it and passed the time reading, playing and talking to neighbors.

We then went on along the V nern and we had wonderful weather, the sun was already in the sky in the morning, so slowly began our `` Sweden feeling ´ and again we went to a campsite, actually our aim was to stand free, but the paths in the forest were still deep and we didn´t want to get stuck either. The place was not opened yet and apart from us there were only three WW and one mobile home there. Then there was afternoon tea and smoked salmon. Then we made a round to V nern on foot, there were a lot of anglers out there, they went for salmon. And we saw three arrive with rich booty when we sat in the motorhome later.


Our tour led us southwards along the V nern, it went leisurely, we drove 123.9 km today, So not much either

After refueling in Nybble (is a district of Kristinehamn) at Nybble Grill & Bensin, we drove to the island of F gel , it is very nice there, yes Unfortunately, camping is also prohibited everywhere here, you can tell that the tourists come here in droves. So we drove on, looked at the lock on the G ta Canal near Sj torp and moved on to Mariestad. Here we are in the harbor, we just wanted the trip to end at 3:00 p.m. and we succeeded.
Immediately after our arrival we ate, goulasch from Trautmann / noble butcher in MA and wide pasta from Barilla. . . . .
We went for another walk in the harbor, Traudl went first and I afterwards when I had finished my job. The sun was shining until the evening around 8:00 p.m.
Read a little more and then we went into the box, we were dog tired. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Today we got up around 7:30 am, big toilet. . . . Laugh, then breakfast, bunkering water, etc. We left at 9:15, first we looked at the Mariestad cathedral, very beautiful carvings, you can see the earlier orientation towards Catholicism-

Then disposed of at the Motorp parking space and on, back to Lugn s, we wanted to visit the Kinnekulle, we succeeded, but unfortunately the weather changed completely in between and you couldn´t see anything anymore, wrong , of course you could see, but everything was cloudy, hazy. . . . .

We then made our way to the east, a bird´s eye, south-east of Mariestad, unfortunately a huge belt of reeds around it, there was no place to spend the night there. We hardly saw any birds either, two geese left the field when they saw us coming, despite the silence of the pussies; When we left, they came back chattering that they didn´t want anything to do with us.

On the way to Sk vde we decided not to go to the Tranerna anymore, we had spent 9 days there, but headed straight for V ttern, to Karlsborg.
Here we are also in the harbor, but much more picturesque than in Mariestad, but probably louder at night.

So tomorrow we will have a look at the fortress in Karlsborg, maybe there will be a guided tour and even in German. . . . . . . . . .
Afterwards it´s time to eat, When we arrived we first drank a coffee and ate some biscuits. . . . . .
There is chili con carne today. . . . . . . .
In the evening we will take another walk and then a game. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The walk was very nice, we were at the locks of the G ta Canal and, with gloves on our hands and shivering from the cold. . . . . I ate an ice cream, it was wonderfully tasty, really Swedish, the cherry ice cream tasted artificial, the chocolate like chocolate. . . . . . .

The rag where we are has probably become a trucker resting place, because some trucks thundered past in the evening and looked for a place, they must have cursed us with our mobile home, can understand that, However, there is only space for 2 trucks, one was already there when we came and on the other morning it was still there when we left at 9:15 am

After breakfast and that Obligatory fuss we set out to conquer the fortress of Karlsberg, by storm, if we have to. . . . . . . . . laugh out loud

Unfortunately there was no tour, it won´t be until May, like almost everything we wanted to do in the last few days. The F stningsmuseet had mercy on us because it was open. We were there for two hours and it was very interesting what you got to see, even Traudl, who seems suspicious of everything military, was impressed.

Around 12:00 we went through the main gate outside to see Otto. When we drove away we thought we were in a war because the garrison rehearsed house-to-house fighting, or rather they practiced how to patrol an occupied country. . . . . . . . very old memories were awakened. . . . . . . . . . .

Our way led us to the Tiveden National Park, past 6-8 deer with buck, which were once again just curious and continued to eat, photos prove it. . . . . . .

The Tiveden is really still a primeval forest, but we wanted to quit early today and so we are relatively jagged, if you can say that at 40-60 km / h, we drove through, we see even more primeval forest lder. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Since we only drove a maximum of 70 km today, we were in skersund around 1.30 p.m., where we immediately refueled. When leaving the gas station, there was a sudden rattle on the street under our Otto, something was dragging. . . . . . . . . . . . . oh horror let up. . . . . . . . Traudl looked, she climbed out of the box as fast as a monkey, and she signaled that something was hanging down there, probably the exhaust. . . . . . . . . . . . well then cheers!!!!!
It turned out that only the tailpipe was simply rusted and fell off.
We drove to a workshop as a precaution, but the two guys, filthy and real Swedes, had no time, what I know what they were up to, at least nothing with us.
When I asked if I could have problems starting or not. came the answer: ingen Problemet, no Problems, no Time, bye. . . . . . .

We are now in the port of skersund, where we asked if we could stay the night. There was a woman at the kiosk whom I had asked, she also showed me where there was water and asked me not to stand along, not across.
We then bunkered water, the tank was empty and after leaving Otto we peed a bit and then set out to take a look at the little town, quite attractive, but not as travel guides do describe.
WE EVEN SITTED ON A bench in the sun, unfortunately the wind was too cold to sit.
A purchase at the ICA rounded off the way and then we staggered home on the opposite side of our parking space in the harbor. . . . .
A round of sleep was announced, it was around 3:30 pm and believe it or not 7:30 pm we woke up again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . wow, a quick nap. . . .

There was a noodle soup with sausages and two WOMO neighbors for dessert, who came and immediately built the beds, closed the shops, probably into the box, it was already 8:30 p.m. or 21:00

Now we will have a cozy chat, discuss our next destinations and then go to the Heja. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




This morning we left skersund, wanted to see the parish church, unfortunately it was locked, you slowly get used to the fact that all churches are locked even if they are touted in the travel guides.

At the rest area at 50, where we disposed of, we met a German couple, 70, from Bamberg, with a VW bus, who were on the Nordkapp, and that now in winter in a VW bus. . . . . . . .

We haven´t looked at Motala, it´s an industrial city, but Vadstena is very interesting. We looked at the church of St. Birgitta, but then drove on without looking at the castle, because we were looking for a place for the WE. On the way we saw one, but unfortunately it was closed, then we went to Gr nna, a picturesque little town, unfortunately the tip about the ferry port was nothing, and there was no hint for the campsite, so we drove on to J nk ping, where we are now on the Villa Bj rkhagen campsite; Note: We already approached this place in 2002, we both remember it. . . . . . . . . . We stayed here until the morning of April 21st. 04.
This morning, despite the day of departure, we only got up at 8:30 am. After showering, I tried to get the Incredi mail program going again, but I didn´t fool, so I set up a Yahoo - Addy and we will only get rid of our mail until Incredi wants to go back.

In the meantime, Traudl has made everything ready for travel, including a nice piece of work. Bunkering water together, draining gray water and emptying the door was one thing, no, the waste still had to get out.
Then we are on the E 4 to the A 6 Center, a huge shopping center, you won´t find anything like that in Mannheim either, I remembered Karlstad, where there was such a block. The blocks still had a certain charm and were very clean.

After shopping we drove a few kilometers to see the wooden church in Habo, a real gem, you have to see it, the old wood, the paintings, let´s see what my pictures say.

Then we went on; on the way I wanted to park at a small harbor, but the proximity to the houses kept me away, as did the ground on which we would have stood, an art there again in the rain, without anger, to get out come.

So we ended up in Hjo, but unfortunately there was no parking space to be found, except for a campsite, we didn´t want that, nor in the industrial park, so we drove on about 10 km and are now at 195 on an asphalted PP.
At the request of a single lady, there was k ttbullar with chicken and pickles for dinner.

Now we do our daily. Job and then we´ll see, probably a game and a beer and then into the box, because tomorrow is Hjo on the plan, the town should be very beautiful and interesting, what we have already seen today was like that. . . . . . . . . . as described.


22. 04.

After breakfast we drove directly to Hjo, a town with a lot of wooden houses, we still looked at the church and in the Touristbyr we have a very nice lady met who spoke very good German, but only after we had unpacked our Swedish knowledge. . . . . . . . . . 10% of their ability in German and I would be able to speak Swedish effortlessly.

We then drove on after buying a smoked red thing, actually just wanted to rest in Gamlarp and eat part of the red thing, but we liked the place and so we just stayed there.
That´s just the gypsy life, you can stay where you want.

Now work on the PC and cook, then it´s time to go. . . .

In between I knocked over a glass of tea so artfully that it spilled onto the sleeping bags that were lying outside for ventilation. What a joy for the housewife �

The next morning, after breakfast, we set off in the direction of the country, with a glorious sun and hardly any road.

Actually, I did not expect that we would be in land in the evening, because we only left at 9:45 and were in Eksj for a long time and then took a long break to eat somewhere in the Em ntal .

But it went very well, Traudl took a nap and I just let it go, so that we were in Kalmar around 3:30 p.m., where we looked for drinking water, but in the whole port, at least there wasn´t a single tap where we were.
So we drove straight to land without stopping. . . . . . . . Across the large bridge, also a very special experience, a huge structure.
Once there, we immediately bought a few more things, including warm pants for me. . . . . . .
Then we made our way to Bornholm, we wanted to park somewhere on the way, but the places weren´t what we wanted, even at an old castle just before Borgholm there was nothing. . . . Camping prohibited. . . . I think we see this sign here often. . . . . . .
So we moved on to the port of Borgholm, see there a campsite, closed, but a huge parking lot in front of it and one of our brothers was already there. . . . . . . . . . . so turn off and eat was one thing.
Today we didn´t cook, but ate something cold, smoked pork neck, cheese, pickles, butter and bread.
Now we will make ourselves comfortable, but before that comes the daily. Work on it. . . . . . . .

24. 04.
Today we woke up early and got a neighbor during the night. After breakfast we drove away around 8:15, first to the port to look for water and garbage cans, but unfortunately neither was available. . . . . . . . At the cemetery a gentleman asked us if we were looking for something, he spoke very good German and was very friendly and wished us a very nice vacation and a good trip, och v lkommen i Sverige, but everything in good German.
Traudl then filled two water canisters at the cemetery and next to the place where we spent the night we could drain our gray water, there would have been a manhole on the place, but I drove past it. . . . . . . . . . . .

Okidoki, off to the north. . but the distance is short and before we know it we were in Byrum with the Raukaren, very interesting. We went for a walk on the beach and then went back to the motorhome to continue to Byxelkrog, because we had decided to end the week today. . . . . So just to stop for a few days so that we can hike a bit and see something of the area. . . . . . . . . . . We can also rest, somehow the weather is in our bones, we are both dog-tired. . . . .
In Byxelkrog the campsite was closed and there was no way to stay, so we drove on to B da, where we knew there should be a parking space. We didn´t drive into it, we saw a nice, small campsite. At the entrance to the alley where he is, A car came towards us, the driver gave us a friendly wave and drove to the side so that we had room. When we arrived at the campsite, we saw that it wasn´t open either, but an elderly woman looked out the window and asked what we wanted. I told her we´d like to stay here for two or three days; she said, yes, that would determine whether we need electricity and a toilet, water, etc., I said yes, and then suddenly the driver came back to the CP. The woman said there is someone coming who can talk to you in German. . . . laugh. . . . . he is German and had a car with German concentration camps, but we didn´t even see it when we pulled into the driveway.
We talked for a long time and he gave us a map of the country that had marked some points, as well as his telephone number, so that we can call him should we have a problem with the language or something else.
After Traudl knew that we could stay here, I had the impression that she was happy to be standing for a few days. The German and the elderly lady then came to the motorhome and also greeted Traudl. The elderly lady took Traudl with her so that she could show her where the kitchen, shower and toilet are, where we can get water, etc.

Then Traudl grabbed the carriage and is, Curved into the square proudly like a Spaniard, put the box down and grinned. . . . . .

We got electricity immediately and immediately afterwards I went to my bunk, Traudl was sitting in the sun and also fell asleep.

We then drank afternoon coffee, Munched chocolate cookies and went for a walk on the beach. Then we made our way to Byrum to the Raukaren because we wanted to see the sunset there, I took a lot of photos and now we are back on the square.

Traudl fetched some more water so that there was something in the tank, it didn´t work with the hose yet, it wasn´t the season yet, she was out with the bucket. . . . . . . . .

Now we´re going to take a look at the photos, I´m really curious to see how they turned out. . . . . . . . . .
Then there is a Lapin Kulta with lemon soda without sugar. . . . . . . . . .
And then heidewitzka. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

25. 04.
Today Traudl was up early, around 6:45 am, I slept until 8:45 am, did really well once. . . . . .
After breakfast, cleaning up was the order of the day.
Traudl washed and cleaned, I inspected the holds, reloaded, reorganized the Zarges´ boxes, but as always on such days, Traudl had most of the work. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The day was otherwise very calm and we did a great lap, on foot. . . . . . . .

26. 04.

A month ago today we started in Mannheim

After breakfast we set out to finally look for a parking space in the guest harbor of B da , we found it, but the parking space also costs 100 SKr. per Natt. . . . . . . . , we could stay at the campsite.

Our way led us to the Trollskogen, a nature reserve in the north-east of Spain. We first looked at the port to Gotland, but unfortunately it won´t open until June. . . . . . .
We could also see tall Eric on the way.

When we arrived in Trollskogen, we set out to hike the Troll stairs, a mere 4.5 km. . . . . . . . . . . . . . laugh, but they really went to the bone.
At first I had to go back after about 500 mtrs, because I didn´t look at the EOS battery, thank God it was empty after a few pictures and not in the middle of the way, I had my ass bitten, but also learned something new here. . . . . . . . . .

The path first went through a mixed forest until we suddenly came across the sea on the east side of the island, a fantastic place and suitable for vespern. After the strengthening we went on, the km dragged on endlessly, but the `` walk ´ was worth it, photos will prove that. At the end of the trail we had a few raindrops, but not really wet. . . . . . . . . .

Afterwards we drove to Byxelkrog over the limestone desert, but it would have been interesting only in the pure sun.

The way home went through the `` elk forest ´ again and was therefore accepted very slowly. Now a good dinner, we´ve just eaten the rest of yesterday´s bean soup, so we don´t need to make something to eat until around 8 p.m. It´s almost done too, there´s leftover minced meat sauce and spaghetti. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Then a good wheat beer, we deserve it, oh I write in plural, Traudl doesn´t like that at all. . . . . . . . . . . .
Well, then another one for Madame. . . . . . . .

27. 04.

Today on Sunday we sat together at the breakfast table, as always. After that, Traudl went for a walk and I went to the box and poofed for a while.
Around 11:00 we left to eat fish in Sandvik, we had already seen the fish shop there on Thursday, but it was closed there and it was noted that it was open on Fri / Sat / Sun his, Ulrich, our German, whom we met on the first day, confirmed that to us and told us that you could eat well there.

In advance, it was really very good what we ate. . . . . . . . . . .

On the way there, Traudl saw a large griffin sitting on the side of the road in a tree, seconds later we both saw a pheasant cock, a splendid specimen, but unfortunately you couldn´t stop to take pictures.

When we arrived in Sandvik, we went to the fish shop, there was a woman at the counter, who had a rogue on the back of his neck and you had the impression that she was pleased that we knew three words in Swedish. We took perch fillet, boiled potatoes and salad, as soon as we sat down on the very best, Ulrich came in at the door, he must have looked after us at the campsite this morning and noticed that we were still asleep.

We had a nice chat and he offered us to visit a castle with us tomorrow, we have agreed and will be surprised. . . . . . . .

We stashed water in the harbor and then we went, a route that I saw on the map but didn´t look for because I thought it would be a foot-u. Bicycle path. Ullrich told us that the path would be passable and we took advantage of that.

It was wonderful, despite the cloudy weather that had prevailed this afternoon.

We saw all kinds of animals, rabbits, birds, pheasants, deer. . . . . and even potties, but these are plants.

A wind grinder for the limestone, the only one that has been preserved on the land and simply a really great view. . . . . . . . . . . .

Now I don´t have the ability to write anymore, I´m dog tired ----------

28. 04.

Today from 10:00 we were with Ulrich S. agreed to meet, he lives in Strandtorp, about 3, 4 km from the campsite.
First we bought some bread at the ICA and then went to Ulrich´s.
He lives in a very nice property and we drove off straight away, first to a farm, where he bought fresh eggs and we bought onions.
Then we went on our tour, maybe I´ll write down where we were today, but certainly not today.
But one can say something about today: It was a wonderful day, we saw a lot, even when a church and a museum that we wanted to see were closed.

Ulrich showed us part of his new home, he was really a good `` travel guide ´ and he also acted as a chauffeur and solo entertainer. . . . . . . . .

For a long time we were confused about all sorts of things when we sat in a ruin, probably built as a refuge. . . . . . . . . . .

We saw the first orchids !!!!!!! And that in April. . . . . . . . . . . .

We then went to Bornholm together to eat there, which was not easy because all the good restaurants were closed. We then ate breaded plaice in a pub, with potatoes and salad and tartar sauce. It was delicious.

Then we went back to Strandtorp, where Otto was standing.

We said thank you and said goodbye and are invited to be seen again and again.

We then drove again to the campsite immediately next to it and wanted to say goodbye to the old lady, but like this morning, she was not to be seen this evening either. . . . . a shame, but unfortunately not to be changed. We paid on the first day, so we drove without saying thank you again that we were allowed to stand.

Then we made our way north, via Byxelkrok and Neptuni krar to Long Erik, where we are now standing and seeing the sunset. And we spend the night here too. . . . . . . . . .


29. 04.

This morning we started from Langen Erik, via Byxelkrog, but the way past Flygplats. We drove towards Enerum, a wonderful route, it was like in southern France, sandy beach, Lighthouse and pure sun. . . . . . . . .

In Strandtorp we refueled at the gas station, it wasn´t much, just 22.79 liters, but two-stroke fuel and engine oil also had to be filled. The gas station attendant was very nice and spoke to me about my
good Swedish , where I had learned that. . . . laugh and then he said to me, you can also talk to me in German. When I told him that I knew that from Ulrich, he was very happy and he even told him later that I had to go there again because I had forgotten to ask for a gas station, made a phone call and made inquiries .

We were then in the port of B da to buy fish and there we met a young German couple who were out and about with children and bicycles. The boss of the Fiskeaffair also spoke to us, I would speak Swedish so well and he also spoke German, he had, like many people here, the joke on his neck.

Then we went to L ttorp to buy bread and Bregott. In the entrance area to the ICA we met a woman who spoke to us in German, it was because Traudl said we had to go in there because I was wrongly walking straight out when two people came out, she can hear that Wife and when I said to Traudl, what, in there, the woman said: `` yes, you have to go in there ´ and laughed from the bottom of my heart. We talked a little and she really spoke almost perfect German. . . . And then we drove along the coast.
The journey was torture for both machine and man, Nevertheless, it was great to drive like this, we think that hardly any tourist drives this route, especially not with a motorhome weighing just under 4 t, they are far too afraid for that. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Our journey ended in Sandvik and we went to eat fish again in the harbor, torskfile with fries and salad, it tasted wonderful, just like on Sunday. Before, I asked if I could have water in the canister, but I could have filled the tank, that would be ok, said the boss.
Later, after dinner, I asked if you could stay the night, one of the ladies went with me to the boss and he said yes, there are 100 skr och 5 skr for me r el.. . . . . . we agreed immediately and he then showed me the place where we could stand. Med Utsikt, he said with a grin, on my, jag beh ver ingen Utsikt p natten, hag sover p natt he just grinned.
Then he went off and suddenly we saw him hoisting the German flag and that it wasn´t hanging so alone, the Finnish and the Danish were added. But he drew my attention to the fact that he would have flagged, he probably didn´t hear my thanks for the flagging beforehand.
So now we stand in the port of Sandvik and wait for the things to come. . . . . . . . . . . morning. . . . . . . .


30. 04.

This morning we left our `` harbor berth ´ in Sandvik quite unspectacularly. A hejd with the harbor master and a little chat, he wanted to know how things are going on with us and where the journey is going in general, Then a greeting to the German flag and off we went.

The way led us to the east coast of land, where we saw an incredible number of birds, but unfortunately we could hardly photograph any. But there are some photos.

When looking for a place to park the night we found what we were looking for and after a long search we found a very nice, albeit sandy, place. The `` foot test ´ turned out well, the path was mostly firm and so we stood in the middle of an already heavily battered meadow. But suddenly there was a bang, Otto made noises as if the springs were broken, shortly afterwards a second time and the car in the front right had lifted a little. Broken down as we are, we left the place I didn´t want to experience any surprises the next day and maybe not get away from there.
So we decided to go back to F rjestaden, where we were already at noon. The city is big and when tomorrow´s May Day is up you can probably find a mechanic and ask what´s going on. Maybe we should call Ulrich and ask him about his husband for the car.

We are now in the parking lot of the ICA in F rjestaden and wait for tomorrow, old military wisdom, sleep over everything for one night. . . . . . . . . .

Addendum. . . . . A beautiful fireworks display was set off a few meters away from us last night (approx. 30 m), we also had music from an outpatient disco that ended around 11 p.m. and the night was quiet. . . . . . .

Hejd and beautiful we all of you,
Gerd


Today we went on tour very late, it wasn´t really fun either, because that The weather did not cooperate as we were used to in the last few weeks; we are probably just too spoiled by now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We toured along the west coast of land, briefly bought a few things to eat, including Kaneelbullar for afternoon coffee, which we only allowed ourselves in the parking lot and night parking lot in Eketropsborg to have. We had fish to eat today, which we bought in B dahamn. . . . . . . With potatoes and cucumber salad, Traudl did everything on his own except for the fish. . . . . . . . . . .

We then visited the castle and climbed back into Husbil just in time for the rain.
Now it is pounding on the roof and we are happy to have come home dry. . . . . . . . . .

02. 05.
Today it rained in the night and when we got up it poured like buckets.
We set off around 10:00 and showed a lot of pleasure, like an elephant diving. . . . . . .

After we had lunch in the Gynge nature reserve, it was the pre-cooked lentil stew from the day before, it tasted good. . . . . . we decided to go to a campsite and spend the weekend there and wait for better weather.
First we drove to M rbyl nga, but the campsite was closed, then we went to F rjestaden, where there is a campsite at the port, but it was also closed, at least until 2:00 p.m., so I called two others, of which Krono-Camping was open, so strax to there. . . . . . . . .
When driving to Kronocamping, right in front of the reception, something suddenly rattled under the motorhome, the exhaust had fallen off. . . . . . . . Shit cursed. . . . . . . .

After a lot of back and forth it worked out that the ADAC sent someone, actually I just wanted someone to name a Bilverkstad for us. . . . . but after someone from Saxn s in the north of S had called, I had to tele to Munich again. Then someone called whom I absolutely did not understand. . . . . . and then after a few minutes a recovery vehicle was here. A nice young man who answered all of my questions drove this.
He showed where the Verkstad is in Kalmar, recorded the route, gave me his phone number. left in case Otto makes zicken when we go to Kalmar. And the lady at the front desk helped us beforehand, let us make calls from her app. from etc., she also said that I can call the Verkstad from her on Monday.
Now we´re going to draw up a battle plan, because of the food, etc. and then uselessly throw ourselves into the beer. . . . giggle. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

At´kesons Bil ´in Kalmar we had a new exhaust fitted, which worked with a few obstacles.


We left the country on Whit Monday and then took the path along the east coast to the north.
The weeks on land have more than spoiled us, as far as the weather is concerned, and also in terms of taking care of our indolence. . . . . .
On the way north, it was considered what we would continue to do, what the route would look like. After the bill for the exhaust, we canceled Gotland and canceled the way to Stockholm.
Instead, we have decided to go straight north, via Pipersk rr, Oskarshamn, Norrk ping, Uppsala, G vle, Falun to Orsa in Dalarna.
We spent two days in Uppsala and then drove on. The city had something for itself, but the north pulled us badly and so we did very quickly, that we got away and went to Orsa on Sunday, May 18th.
The way there led us through snow and cold, but also through a wonderful area that was unique as a winter landscape.

But we drove outside to a parking space, near the Stortorpet and drove the next day over the Pilkalampinoppii in the direction of Sveg. On the way back to Orsa we stood in Spjutmo at a dammed river for two days, only to turn up on Monday with our friends in Orsa, who had no idea that we were already getting on them . Nevertheless, the joy was great when they saw us sitting in their Sommarstuga after work. . . . . . . . .
We spent the days up to the weekend, the whole weekend and Monday with Silvia and J rg, our friends, We went to a medieval market in Leksand, sat together for a barbecue, got a visit from other lovely people whom we met on our last tour of Sweden and the forum meeting that took place at that time. All in all, we had a wonderful day, lots of informative discussions and a lot of fun. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
After a farewell evening, the six of us sat in Otto, who was still overloaded. . we said ´Farewell´ to our friends and left early this morning.
But on Monday afternoon we met someone again, this year we got to know from the Sweden Forum. Very nice, personable people, we will definitely do a lot together in the next few days.
And then we want to head north again. The people we met yesterday have exactly the same route as we are in front of them and so we will definitely stumble across the path every now and then, it will be a pleasure for us. . . . . In the meantime, they are also among the new friends we have met on the trip. n learned
We have no more problems with our ´Otto´ and we hope that he doesn´t do any more either. It just looks like it came from the dump, but the streets of Finnmark, which we have already traveled, at least as far as Sveg, have their special charm. We also ´experienced´ the Pilkalampinoppi at least almost completely, shortly before the last section, before we could tackle the ascent on foot, we turned around, because ´Otto´s´ The wheels had spun more than once and we were sliding, etc., it would have simply been too ´hot´ to continue driving like this. The snow was still too high, then the paths were sodden or frozen. . But we had a lot of fun and we will continue to have some.








Hello everyone at home or wherever you are,

we are doing well, that is the best news we can send. We also hope that you are doing well and that you are healthy.

Since the last email a lot has happened again that we can report on. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We spent a few days in Orsa near Mora, we stood with Silvia and J rg, whom we got to know as really, really nice people. They made every effort to make our stay as pleasant as possible. B. to see a sunset that was unique. . . . . . We were on a medieval Marknad, where we ate fine wild boar sausage, wild boar bacon and horse sausage. We were also allowed to see J rg´s favorite fishing spot and Silvia cooked for us every day, thus supporting our laziness and tasting it too; All in all, it was a very nice, relaxing day, the nights were always short. . . . . . . . . giggle. . . . . . .

On the last day in Orsa we met two very nice people from Hegau, which was planned and turned out to be good. We then spent the following day together and decided to drive together for a few days. The way was relatively short, because we visited our former landlords in Malung, who offered us to stand at our beloved R nnh llsj n for a few days, together with our travel companions. The offer was very gladly accepted and so we stood there at Viken from May 28th to June 2nd and let it go.
At first we had a slightly bigger problem, because our Otto spun with the front right wheel while maneuvering and dug himself in, which was a great pleasure. . . . . . . . . . But our dear Henning, our travel companion, dug us up again, with all the harassment and smoking tires I was released again. You can´t thank in the way you´d like, because this job was tough. . . . . . . . . . .
So be it just mentioned here and it is recorded in the war diary and mentioned with praise. . . . . . . . .

But otherwise we had a lot of fun together, barbecuing and experiencing campfire romance together and at some point we even tried a good schnapps because the beer was so dry.
And because it was so nice, we chased Ingrid, our travel companion, one shower after the other over the back. . . . we told stories about bears and wolves. . . . . . . and she loves them warmly and dearly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On June 2nd we drove on to Njupesk r Sweden h ch So let it be mentioned here and it will be recorded in the war diary and mentioned with praise. . . . . . . . .

But otherwise we had a lot of fun together, barbecuing and experiencing campfire romance together and at some point we even tried a good schnapps because the beer was so dry.
And because it was so nice, we chased Ingrid, our travel companion, one shower after the other over the back. . . . we told stories about bears and wolves. . . . . . . and she loves them warmly and dearly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On June 2nd we drove on to Njupesk r Sweden h ch So let it be mentioned here and it will be recorded in the war diary and mentioned with praise. . . . . . . . .

But otherwise we had a lot of fun together, barbecuing and experiencing campfire romance together and at some point we even tried a good schnapps because the beer was so dry.
And because it was so nice, we chased Ingrid, our travel companion, one shower after the other over the back. . . . we told stories about bears and wolves. . . . . . . and she loves them warmly and dearly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On June 2nd we drove on to Njupesk r Sweden h ch grilled and experienced campfire romance together and at some point we even tried a good schnapps because the beer was so dry.
And because it was so nice, we chased Ingrid, our travel companion, one shower after the other over the back. . . . we told stories about bears and wolves. . . . . . . and she loves them warmly and dearly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On June 2nd we drove on to Njupesk r Sweden h ch grilled and experienced campfire romance together and at some point we even tried a good schnapps because the beer was so dry.
And because it was so nice, we chased Ingrid, our travel companion, one shower after the other over the back. . . . we told stories about bears and wolves. . . . . . . and she loves them warmly and dearly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On June 2nd we drove on to Njupesk r Sweden h ch . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On June 2nd we drove on to Njupesk r Sweden h ch . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
On June 2nd we drove on to Njupesk r Sweden h chstem waterfall (97 m drop) and spent the night there.
The next day we hiked to Njupesk r.
We were there for the third time, but have never seen so much water fall down. And the way, as usual, was fantastic.

Then we drove on and parted ways at the S rvatten level, because the two were going in a different direction than we were, because we wanted to visit a friend from our Swedish forum, who is in Stavre near stersund lives.
Today on June 5th we were there, had coffee together, learned a lot about Sweden etc. and then drove on to stersund, where we are now at the moment, it is 10:15 p.m. in the evening, still very bright, I sit outside to write these lines. . . . . the daytime temperatures were over 30


So, boredom enough for you. . . . . . . . . . we will contact you when we have another opportunity to get into the I-Net. It´s been bad the past few weeks, but to be honest, we weren´t really looking for it either. The Swedish calm has returned to us. . . . . . just lovely.
And then we realized yesterday that summer is almost over and that we can only enjoy the freedom here for 4 months, so collect your money for the next trip. . . . . . . . . . . grin cheekily. . . . . . . .

We wish you all a very nice WE, good health and all the best. We think about those who stayed at home every now and then. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Hey, Hey to all of you from the sunny and hot J mtland,

You haven´t heard from us for a long time. It was not possible to get into the I-Net, but to be honest, we didn´t necessarily search to the limit to find access, the Swedish calm is spreading and that´s a good thing. . . . . . . . . . .

But now one after the other. . . . A lot has happened since we left the country.

We left the country on Whit Monday, along the east coast and found wonderful places where we would have liked to stay a long time, but the train to the north was stronger.

On Pipersk rr we spent one night and one day, saw pheasants ´fighting´ for a territory.

We simply deleted Gotland and Stockholm from our plans and decided to go to the north faster.

You will receive a recording of our journey as an Excel file in the attachment.

We were in Uppsala for two days, too little to see much, but very beautiful and also interesting, the city, the people. . . . . .

Then we continued north until we landed in Dalarna. On the way we still had snow up to the road, the road itself was free of snow.

When we arrived in Dalarna, we first stood one night in a wonderful place, near the Storstupet and the Helvetefallet. A short hike the other morning made the experience perfect. We had already seen the Storstupet last year and this time we arrived from the other side.

The way then led us to Sveg, where we found a place nearby, which we learned about nobse, but a heavy thunderstorm was approaching and so we fled Watch out - the place was too soft in the ground to be able to survive a thunderstorm with a 4 tonne truck undamaged, I thought of digging, etc. . . . laugh.
A place right next to a street was nice to us and no traffic disturbed our night´s sleep.

We then drove on towards Spjutmo, where we found a very nice place right on the sterdal lven, we stayed there for two days, it was wonderful weather and we felt really good. . . . . . .

Then we went to Orsa to ambush Silvia and J rg T from the forum. We succeeded because when we arrived they weren´t at home. J rg was probably very surprised when he drove into his yard and saw two `` savages ´ sitting there. . . . . grin

A big hallloooooooo and a very nice greeting was the result. As long as we were standing and babbling, Silvia came along and we then went into the house with the two of them, which is very nicely located on the mountain in Orsa, has a wonderful garden and a summer stuga where you can really enjoy yourself Can sit at night.

At this point we would like to thank Silvia and J rg once again for their hospitality, for the trips to sunset, to our favorite Fiskesj , to medieval Marknad and for the good food that Silvia served us every day we spent there. It is not a matter of course that one is cared for in such a princely manner.

We then met the four from the forum one evening, so there were only two, Susanne and Heiko. In the evening at 10:30 pm we talked on the phone together and they came to our hosts´ house a few minutes later. We all sat in the mobile home and had a very nice evening.
We also met Carola and Jan from the forum, they came to Orsa for afternoon coffee and we had a lot of fun with them too, and nobse has already said that we ran into him during a conversation because Carola´s brother is his neighbor´s husband. . . I hope I got it right, relationships are an abomination to me. . . . . . . . . .

But these days were also over once, we wanted to continue to Malung to visit the landlord of our holiday home again.

But before that, on the last evening we spent in Malung, we met a married couple in Mora whom we had only known from the I-Net and the telephone, it worked immediately. We got along very well right from the start and so we agreed that we would go together for a few days.

We spent the next day together in Mora and the evening at the campsite in Orsa.
Then we drove to Malung, met our landlord´s son in the forest, where he works. He had hung a note on a tree for us on the street, with a map of the way, the guy, his name is Per, practically. Per has offered us to stand at R nnh llsj n for a few days and we are happy to do that accepted, as our travel partners were also welcome.
Some people from the forum know the R nnh llsj n and they know how wonderful it is out there. . . . . . . and the weather was unique. On May 30th and 31st we bathed in the lake, if someone had told them that this was possible in May, I would have laughed at them. . . . . . .

At first we had a somewhat bigger problem, because our Otto spun with the front right wheel while maneuvering and dug himself in, which was a great pleasure. . . . . . . . . . but our dear Henning, Our travel companion dug us up again, with all the harassment and smoking tires I was released again. You can´t thank them the way you´d like, because this job was tough. . . . . . . . . . .
So be it just mentioned here and it is recorded in the war diary and mentioned with praise. . . . . . . . .

But otherwise we had a lot of fun together, barbecuing and experiencing campfire romance together and at some point we even tried a good schnapps because the beer was so dry.
And because it was so nice, we chased Ingrid, our travel companion, one shower after the other over the back. . . . we told stories about bears and wolves. . . . . . . and she loves them dearly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .






Hello to all of you from the far north,

our time in stersund came to an end after one night and one day. The way led us over re Duved to T nnforsen, a quite respectable waterfall, which this time we wanted to see from the side we didn’t know, or so I thought.
But firstly it turns out differently and secondly than you think, because this side was too far away to be able to see the case well. But our film camera caught him. . . . . . . . .

Of course we also visited the other side, i.e. the one for tourists, it is too spectacular to not look at. The T nnforsen carried more water than we had ever seen, well, the winter is over here for a good 14 days. Nevertheless, the sun is beating down mercilessly at the moment and also in the last few days.

Then we went on, towards the Norwegian border, where we saw a moose on the way, but it quickly disappeared into the forest when it saw us. . . . I wasn´t shaved. . . . . . . . . . laugh

It´s only a few km through Norway to get back to Sweden. We wanted to go around the Ren u. Driving Kallsj n, a wonderful route that is wild and at the same time very beautiful. Actually, I wanted to take two days for the route, but unfortunately the few standing places were all already occupied, or you would have been more than crooked and crooked and I didn´t have the ability to turn my head down don´t sleep well.

So it went on and on and the nice plan to stop at noon around 2:00 p.m. was void. In advance, we drove 359.8 km that day, the plan was a maximum of 150 km

Nevertheless, we found a very nice bathing area to spend the night, where we spent a very quiet night.

The next morning we continued in the direction of nge - Tuller sen Lillholmsj n Valsj byn , a really spectacular route with rapids waterfalls lakes, to a resting place on the Norwegian Limit where we spent the night.

Then the next day we went on towards G ddede, not without first looking at the H llings fallet and the corresponding canyon.

In G ddede we met our friends from Hegau again, who are driving the same route as we are, together we took the Vildmarksv gen under the hoofs. A must when you are in this corner.
You just have to see it, we have already driven this route twice and have been looking forward to this wonderful route in advance.

This time we saw this path with gloomy rain clouds, the Stekkenjokk partly in the snow, at least next to the road there was still some. Dreamlike. . . . I will not say any more about it. . . .
At the Trappstegsforsarna we then stood one night to visit Vilhelmina the next day, a shame that there was no way to wave to all of you in the webcam set up there, it would have needed a prior registration.

The journey then continued along the Vindl lven to Ammarn s, On the way we had found a very nice resting place in Gertsb cken, there was already a German mobile home and in the evening some Swedes celebrated a small party with grilled food and beer, which ended around 11 p.m. and we did the whole thing Could sleep in peace at night.

The route then went via Arvidsjaur to Jokkmokk and from there to Kvikkjokk. . . . . . . . . . . . . We always wanted to drive this route. . . . . . in advance, it was worth it.

In Kvikkjokk we met a local who offered us to take a boat across the river landscape and the delta there. . . .
It was more than a dream, we saw six elks in 4 hours, one of them being a cow with two calves, one of which was swimming through the river. A golden eagle several terns etc. also great lichen in green, rust-colored, yellow and of course gray, plus bizarre rock formations, where you could see that the rock masses were pushed across each other for one meter and next to it on edge, all of course a few million years ago.
We spent the weekend there with our friends from Hegau and then drove on to G llivare on Monday, where we knew a nice parking space.

The next day we had to say goodbye, because our friends want to go to the Nordkapp and we want to go to the Vester len and the Lofoten, but it could be that we meet again somewhere between Kiruna and Meet Bjerkvik.

From G llivare it went to Kiruna and in front there to Nikkaluokta, again such a crazy, worth seeing route, at the end of which snow-capped peaks were waiting for us. We will stay here for a day and then take the route to the Vester len under the hoofs.

Back in Kiruna we made our way to bisko, along Tornetr sk. It was cool, but simply wonderful if you have the sense for this beautiful piece of earth. . . . . .

bisko disappointed us a little, years ago there was still a decent parking lot with toilets and showers, but unfortunately nothing of it was to be found, it was turned into a campsite, which is what you do can understand, because people somehow want to participate in tourism.
The place wouldn´t be expensive either, it said on the first sign we saw. . . 100, 00 skr per night. But on the second sign at the campsite entrance there was a sign that the place was closed due to overcrowding, but there were only a few caravans there, with huts in front of them.
So we drove on to Bj rkliden, but there we were supposed to be ripped off, but that didn´t work, so we went a little further until we saw a rest area shortly after Bj rkliden, which we frequented for one night. We met our friends from Hegau here one last time for a long time and had a beer together in the evening.

The next morning we crossed the border into Norway and we drove via Grov, sandy beach to Elgsnes. A mountain route that demanded a lot from our Otto, but he did it with flying colors.
In the end we ended up at Nupen, a wonderful place where we stood for two days (the place is just on the border with Troms on the Vester len).

From there we went on towards Sortland, with the ferry from Revsnes to Flesnes. And then, from Sortland, on to Osvolldalen. A very modest piste that had more holes than straights, but it was worth driving this piste, a dream, the place at the very back of Osvolldal, not the one that is described in many books.
We saw an oyster fisherman who laid an egg as long as we stood there and then ate it to fry, a heron foraging and the pair of oystercatchers took turns brooding. . . . . . . . . just great that we townspeople could see something like that. I´m sure there aren´t many people in town who had such an experience.

We then went on towards Andenes, where we didn´t drive in, we decided on a great parking space near Bleik, in the middle of the cliffs, and believe it or not, there were two concrete slabs that were built into the ground especially for bobilers.
Of course you were standing on a board, but the rain that set in in the evening made us leave this place the next morning and drive on.

Our way led us to Nyksund, it should also lead to St , but it turned out differently than we thought.
Once again there was a little breakdown, the gas bottle that we had bought in Sweden had a broken plastic stopper in the thread that just couldn´t be gotten out. And before I blow up with the bottle I prefer not to try to burn out the whole thing with the cutting torch. . . . . . . . laugh. . . . . .

So we went back to Sortland, because we had no gas to at least heat something and it was shit cold. . . . . . . full bottle and freezing, that´s okay.

In Sortland we drove to the campsite in order to at least be able to heat with the air conditioning, but you can´t make coffee with it either, and so we drove off the next morning without breakfast, first to gas Dealers where we hoped to get our aluminum gas bottle filled.
The person responsible there was uniquely helpful, he immediately filled our bottle and also took care of the broken plastic stopper, so that we with two filled gas bottles, but two cans of beer less -�, left the courtyard.

The path then led us to Hovden, where we found a parking space with a wonderful view, but right next to the stockfish racks. We didn´t want to do that to ourselves, the cold mixed with the smell of codfish. . . well, you would have got used to it after a few weeks.
So back towards Nykv g, where we had already seen a nice parking space on the way.
After a quick but hot lunch and an extensive three-hour nap, we had a very short night, we have come to the conclusion that we will tick off Vester len and Lofoten and continue north, the The cold was intense for old people. . . . .

We just didn´t want to cure the diesel etc. in the rain and cold. We would have used a lot of gas and we could do that in the north too was the thought. . . . . . . . .

So we drove off that evening, back to Sortland, refueled there and then on the E 10 to Bjervik and further on the E 6 and then the 825 to Gratangen to the boat museum, which we opened in 2002 and got there around 11 p.m., it was a very relaxed drive, we had slept through the afternoon. . . . . . .

The next morning a very nice young lady in the museum offered us a tour and explain what we were seeing. We gladly accepted the offer, especially since it was also free. . . . . . . and the young lady spoke German, we learned a lot about boat building, fishing etc. and we returned the favor with a bottle of eggnog.
Then we continued around the Gratangen and continued on the 84 to Sk vattnet, where we spent the night. Another cold and rainy night. . . . . .

The next morning we drove on towards Finnsnes and from there to Senja, where we are at the moment. We will explore the island for about three days and then continue towards Troms .

SENJA !!!!! A peninsula full of superlatives, everything that was somehow `` tangible ´ we got under our wheels, we got information from a very nice lady in the Turistbyro in Finnsnes. Details are beyond the scope here. . . . . is already a lot to read anyway.
But one thing was that we stood one night high above the Gryllefjord, in a place that our Otto just barely fit, an eagle´s nest with a wonderful view of the fjord and the polar sea, as well as the surrounding mountains. . . . . . . . . . simply unique.
When I saw this rock outcrop and drove into it, Traudl was not enthusiastic, 5 minutes later you probably wouldn´t have gotten it away from there.

We have another small breakdown, but this affects our food supplies , the switch on the refrigerator that regulates the current from the LIMA is broken, for whatever reason. To get this part, we first went to the Bosch service in Silsan (thought of def. Security), then to a very large Bobil og Husvagnhandlar in Bardufoss (formerly Andselv), then we drove to Nordkostbjotn and are there found it at the second dealer. As a result we had to drive a distance which was not planned (E 6) and there again a part from Nordkostbjotn to Sagelv back because we wanted to Tennes. Since 2002 we have known a nice place in a small church where you can spend a quiet night. The way there by the Balsfjord is also very lovely.
After a night in Tennes we continued first on the 858 and then over the branch line along the north fjord to Vikran, where we took the ferry to Larseng.
In Larseng, the route did not lead us directly, as usually, but to the left over the entire Kval ya, despite the rain, very nicely.
Actually we wanted to visit the Tirpitz memorial again, but I was tired and so we drove straight to Troms.

Troms is currently a single construction site, to drive crappy and hardly get any parking. After three involuntary city tours with two bridge crossings in search of a campsite, we then drove to Skittenelv, where we are at the moment and take three rest days, which are partly filled with washing clothes and reorganizing .

So, that´s it again for the time being, enjoy yourself and stay healthy. We´ll get back to you as soon as possible. . . . . . . . . .
Your Traudl and Gerd


Hello everyone,
we want to contact you again to show that we are alive. . . . . . . .
From July 1st to 7th we stayed in Troms , partly by force, because the switch from the LIMA to the refrigerator was broken, but the cables were also burned through, for whatever reason, so lending a hand myself wasn´t possible, I didn´t want to, because I´m a hobbyist before the Lord. . . . .
We found a workshop that was also ready to put the story in order, but of course on Monday and so we spent the weekend from July 5th to 7th in Troms or in the surrounding area .

Monday was filled with a stroll through the city, drinking coffee and going out to eat and then picking up our Otto. Norwegian prices rounded off the whole thing, but the cooling works again.

We set out on Tuesday morning (shameful confession, it was 11:00 am), further north, towards Hammerfest.
The Lyngen Peninsula was our next destination, There we found a wonderful place for the night, with a fantastic view. No house nearby, nothing pointed to private, but in the afternoon we had a visitor who made it unmistakably clear to us that another hour and then you´re gone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
We have never had problems because we used a place, so we went away like watered poodles and gave up further exploration of this beautiful patch of earth in order not to step in the wrong place somewhere. But the place never looked like a private place. . . . . . . . . .

We had been standing for quite a while and I had taken an afternoon nap and so we could drive into the beginning of the late afternoon and evening. And we drove until shortly before Skjerv y, where we found a quiet place.
On the way we knew some places from 2002, they were all overcrowded, Bil an Bil was standing there and we don´t like that, so on and on. The Lyngen Alps were backlit, so that you could not take pictures, or the pictures were nothing, too dark. . . . you have to be there in the morning, as we planned, but you can´t have everything. . . . . . Sponge over it.

After spending the night shortly before Skjerv y, we drove there the next morning, two tunnels had to be driven again, one 3, 2 km long and 920 mtr. under the sea. We didn´t like Skjerv y itself, we thought of a small fishing village, but it´s an up-and-coming small town, many tourists and not our case, so quickly gone again.

After we hadn´t had very good experiences in the valleys with regard to parking spaces, bans and many private spaces, we are only ever through the doors located on the E 6 ler drove and looked at them. The Reisdalen was one of the most impressive, but even here only campsites, private or already occupied, so there is no way to stop. We drove to Mathisdal, where, as if we had suspected it, we found a place and spent the night there.
In these two days we drove the considerable number of 688.7 km, that was absolutely not planned.

The next morning we drove to Alta to see the museum and the rock carvings that are outside there.
My diary entry reads:

Then the first thing we did was go to the Hellristninger, and it was already impressive what the `` ancestors ´ had left behind. It must have been quite a job to make these rock carvings so that the descendants can see how these people lived, how they hunted, fished and also danced and played, unfortunately they couldn´t leave us how hard they were life must have been back then, you have to imagine it for yourself. But they lived like a dream, they had chosen a wonderful view of the Altafjord. . . . . . . . . .

It was really very interesting there and when we came around 8:30 am, hardly any people there, when we left around 11:30 am, a crowd like at the fair.

We left Alta behind us, enjoyed the way to Hammerfest Fors l, to our parking space from 2002, where, as we feared, we found many WOMOs.

We have noticed that tourism, especially with mobile homes and caravans, has increased immensely since 2002. In the past you were happy when a car came towards you, today it´s the other way around. . . .

We will stay in Hammerfest for a few days and then drive towards Kirkenes, still hoping that the flow of WOMOs will run out at some point. . . . . . . . . . .

Hammerfest. . . . . . the metropolis with the most ratings northernmost. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . of the world. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Somehow it is no longer the Hammerfest that we knew from 2002; it may be, that I only see everything gray in gray ?????

A lot of construction has been done here, not pretty, but high. . . . . . . . . but who´s going to moan? . . . . . . we are tourists ourselves, sometimes forget that. . . .

Our place in Fors l, which we know from 2002, was already firmly in Dutch hands when we arrived, but they were all in the wrong place, how should the newbies know that the small space further ahead is the best motorhome parking space up there, you can see the Arctic Ocean directly, not the harbor basin of Fors l, with its Fiskebruk.

On the evening of the first day we only took a short walk to the Arctic Ocean with its wonderfully white sandy beach, on the second evening we worked as a `` mountaineer ´, to enjoy the midnight sun, a couple of Bobilers have also discovered that and have climbed up on their backs and brought their fishing rods with them. . . . . . . . ?? and then went down again. I had the suspicion that the fishing rods were trying to fetch the planes that are now coming in via Fors l from the sky. . . . yes, yes, the noise, it makes you mad. . . . . . .

We stood in Fors l for two days and then spent one night in Hammerfest, because of the sun, which offered us a top-class spectacle that night, actually it was a shame and we didn´t want to go to bed either go, but somehow you have to get up the next day. Nevertheless. . . . . . . . . . when the sun is in the sky and it is brighter at night than sometimes during the day, then it is always worth staying up late.

After that night in Hammerfest, we spent another night in Fors l and then set off early on Monday for Gamvik. Some little things had to be taken care of, like a freshly filled gas bottle, a certain tool (English) and then we could leave the northernmost city in the world. . . . . . . .

Via Skaidi the route led us on the 94 to the E 6, where we lurched there, the traffic was already a little less in contrast to the hunt to Hammerfest.
Trollholmen was our destination, wherever we wanted to spend the night. Once there, it was actually enough to take a look at the bus and WOMOs to know that this will not be our place to sleep today.

The, According to legend, we visited petrified trolls on a wonderful walk of about 2 hours, the way there alone was worth seeing, dolomite rock, washed out for thousands of years has produced the most incredible forms, few scholars claim that we believe in the other variant that the trolls were surprised by the light of day and therefore turned to stone. . . . . . .

After the troll visit, we made our way towards Lakselv, where we know a place to stay nearby from our trip in 2002. We found this place without looking and we are spending tonight here, at. . . . of course. . . . . . Midnight sun, it won´t let go of us and we enjoy it, it will only be a few more days, until the sun retreats behind the horizon in the evening. Then at some point our journey will have to take the rough direction Germany. . . . . . . . . . but it still takes. . . . . . . . . .

On October 15th Early in the morning we made our way towards Gamvik - Slettnes, over the 98 and then over the notorious Nordkinnveien, which is often impassable in winter and where there is a ferry that only runs from Kalak in winter from the Nordkinn Halv ya supplies as long as the Veien is impassable.
On the way there were little delicacies such as the Silfar Canon, the Adamsfossen and the simple but charming church of Lebesby. . . . .
And today, as is so often the case, the rule is `` the journey is the goal ´, our diary has the following entry:
As so often today, the journey was the goal again. Certainly not to everyone´s taste, but ours. . . . . . . . .
These endless expanses, barren plateaus, wind-ruffled and bulky birches, lakes, moors, rivers and lots of animals, but no elk or reindeer. . . . . . Thousands of reindeer graze here. . . . . .

There was no end to the superlatives and we were amazed and gawked again and again. A rest stop high in the fells invited us and we followed the invitation, met two people from Quedlinburg and had a nice chat.

When we almost reached our destination, we saw Bobile standing from afar, well, we were prepared for it, because there was no space, that we know from earlier is unpolluted by the great trek of travelers from all over the world. We stood here in 2002 with neighbors from T bingen in the VW bus, apart from that there was nothing but Renen, M ven etc., today there are 11 buggies, a caravan team and several cars and the space was not large er. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


On the second day in Slettnes, when we reached the northernmost point of our journey, we cut down a bottle of sparkling wine.

Unfortunately, the weather was not conducive to lingering in Slettnes , violent storm, rain and fog thwarted our calculation, which was shaped by the weather in 2002. But up here, in the Arctic, you have to expect it.
And so we left Slettnes after a day of rest, visited the interesting museum in Gamvik, where we got a guided tour, again for free. . . . . . and learned a lot about the living conditions of the people here, from earlier times and also from today.

A visit to the church was added and because we were there anyway, we immediately filled up our water supplies in the adjoining cemetery.

It should be added that on the second day there were only three buggies with us and one followed in the evening.


Then we went back to the Nordkinnveien, which, like on the way there, is a piece of earth that one must have seen as a `` Nordland driver ´, we could spend hours on it to report. . . . . . .

In Ifjord we then went into the fell. The Ifjord Fjell has it all both as beauty and as a torture route for the cars. You could hardly get enough of the rocks etc., but our Otto moaned very suspiciously more than once when the road changed three times in the lane to less than 5 meters and also huge ones Potholes lurked on the axles. Nevertheless, we would drive this route again at any time. . . . . .

As we rolled towards Tana bru a thunderstorm came over us, one would think the rain of the last few weeks had suddenly fallen, but after about 30 minutes the whole spook was over, the sun had us again , only the chatter was now set to fight. . . . . . . .

We immediately took the path towards Berlev g under the hooves. A lookout point was our goal (38 km to Tana bru), But this vantage point could only be mastered with an all-terrain vehicle, our Otto is used to all sorts of things, but we would never have come in there without damage and not out at all, the place was too deep next to the road e. . . . . . .
So we went on, almost another 38 km, until we found a place that we liked, there were already others to be seen on the way, but none of the beautiful ones and the two beautiful ones were already occupied. . . laugh. . . . . that´s the way it is when you visit museums early in the morning and the journey doesn´t start until around 1 p.m.

The place was very quiet and the next morning we set out to drive to Berlev g, a very wise decision, because here the route was the goal again, simply stunning, Pointed pinnacles that slanted into the air like kite teeth, swarms of diving ducks, cormorants, fat hens in different colors in the rock, so simply beautiful, even if the weather did not want to participate again Scandinavian and we knew that and wanted to go here. . . . . .

At the moment we are on the way back from Berlev g, we did not go to B tsfjord because we were told that there was a single construction site there. . . . . . We have seen and driven enough construction sites here. . . . . . .

A rest area at the 890 was our place to stay for that night, quiet, by a lake. Only one `` garbage tourist ´ from Norway came in the evening to dump his rubbish.

The next morning we continued, initially Tana bru was our goal, for disposal and shopping, then we went on, towards Varangerbotn, where we drove on the E 75 to find a campsite for the WE, which is on the route to Vard ; but unfortunately. . . . either we were blinded, or our card has entries that are not correct. Be that as it may, we didn´t find a campsite until Vard , apart from the fact that there is, of course, one in Vestre Jakobselv, but that was still too early in the day for us. . . . . . . . . . . . . it is not easy to please us.

So we landed in Vard , where we did not want to stop, so back, through the tunnel on the Vard , overland, can only be reached, 2942 mtr. Long 88 mtr. under the Arctic Ocean, really nice steep slopes, similar to that of Skjerv y, but much brighter. . . . . . . . . .

We were attracted to the old pier at Svartnes and we are using it today as a parking space, let´s see, maybe we will stop here tomorrow, or we will roll on and do it in Kirkenes or the surrounding area according to daily. . .

Well, we decided to go to Hamningberg - Skj vika the next day, the extreme end of the world that you can experience up here by car and we have not regretted it. . . . . . . . . this landscape had something primeval about it, pointed, rugged, steep, slanted slate slabs, in between sandy beaches, white as in the South Sea. . . . . .
A dreamlike piece of earth, like many we have already seen, but that was something very special, of course only for those who like something like that, as always in life.

But here, too, the weather had no sympathy with our wishes for dryness, it shouldn´t have been sun at all. . . . . . And so we just drove on the next day, in the direction of Kirkenes and stood there for three days on a campsite nearby, in Hesseng, but not just to wait for better weather, grin, no, we have laundry washed, this and that rearranged and played, because the rain was incessant.

On the second of the three days we went to Kirkenes to do some shopping and then we grabbed the opportunity and drove to Grense-Jakobselv, in the rain, in bad weather and met four WOMOS there, so also this place tourist infested , well, we already thought so. . . . . . . .
The weather hadn´t invited us and neither did that, so we celebrated back to our campsite in Hesseng.

Then the vre Pasvik Nasjonalpark was on the plan and it was still raining. . . . . . . . Nevertheless, we really wanted to go there again, because we had stood there very nicely in 2002. The piste there is horrible, more holes than Grusweg, but we arrived and what we found. . . . . . . Germans with mobile homes and cars. . . . . . . . . . So, you can no longer be alone anywhere, only in the middle of the forest and even there you can still meet someone. . . . . . . . .

We spent a day there, the chatter almost ate us up on two walks, We hadn´t had that before, the whole trip these critters were present to a bearable degree.

On the evening of the second day we moved on after it was WE and a horde of young people arrived with canoes and made a fire and made a noise, well how these `` children ´ are, after all, at some point we were young too. . . . . .
We spent the night on a beautiful place that we thought of from 2002 and the next morning we decided not to go to Kaamenen in Finland via Neiden, Sevettij rvi, but back to Tana bru and from there take the E 6 and the E 75, as the E 75 is considered a particularly beautiful route and that has been completely confirmed.
The landscape was of course quite different, Reindeer without end and the associated gnats as well without end.
We spent the night on a plateau in the middle of the reindeer herding area, alone, without WOMOs, only with reindeer. . . . .
Then the next morning to drive on towards Sweden because we wanted to meet friends there, but there were several border crossings to be completed, which is nothing special up here, you rattle past and you´re good. . . . . . . . . . . .
The next night we spent again in the reindeer herding area, along with such an abundance of gnats that we almost took it out, but we were tired and there was no better possibility in sight next two hundred KM.

Now we went on in the morning, through Finland to the Swedish border in Muonio. The first time I gave my driver a wrong entry about the route, we immediately had to drive 70 km more than planned, but that also happens, especially when you are too lazy to look at the map again in the morning and thinks you know everything. . . . . . . . . . . . . ha, ha, ha.. . . . .

So we came to Vittangi on some roundabouts and wrong turns and first of all bought something there again, in a totally filthy ICA, but they had idea coffee and the price would not have been bad either, straight times 50 ct. More than in D.. . . .

When we arrived in Piilij rvi, where our friends had been for two days, there was a big hello and big tam tam and there was an ice cold German beer. . . . . how delicious, because our fabric has long been all, we gave away too much. . . . . . . .

The two of them actually brought us a whole box of Beir and two six-packs, plus 2 huge salamis of the noble variety and we were also invited to dinner, man, we felt like it good that evening. . . . not that we would otherwise have dared, but just German beer, German bread and German sausage. . . . . . . .
The northerners really have good bread and sausage too, but the sausage is insanely fat and the bread in Norway, where we came from, is not the real thing either, if you bite into it, you have air between the Z. Know. But we don´t want to complain here, we just want to show that there is more than one reason to visit all of you again at some point. . . . . . . . . is a promise. . . . no threat. . . . . . . .

So folks, now it has to be over again. . . . . . . oh no, I almost forgot that my friend caught a pike with 115 cm yesterday, pictures will prove it and I have one with 90 cm. . . . Received as a gift, from a Finn, we, the pike of course, processed it as fish soup yesterday. And today there are whitefish, something like whitefish that our CP owner caught us on the net yesterday.
We´re looking forward to it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . mmmmhhhhhhmmmmmm. . . . . . .
And they tasted very good, I smoked some too and they were arrested too, wonderful, so fresh from the smoke.

We stood in Piilij rvi for a total of six days, we had wonderful days there, sat with friends one evening in a kota that was beautifully furnished, unfortunately you couldn´t take any pictures, because a kota is very private and that is sacred to the Sami.

When we left, our Otto uttered something like cackling, the reason was quickly known, the living area batteries were simply down, 8 12 years old, who is surprised. . . . . . . so we were allowed to buy two new batteries, but now that should be over.

We bought the batteries in Lule , where we went, because there is a dealer there who should have batteries in stock. . . . . . . . .
We drove from Piilij rvi via G llivare on the E 10 to Lule , actually this route was planned over Jokkmokk and then on the 97 and from Edefors on the right side of the Lule lven, but sometimes things turn out differently than you think.
And buying two batteries turned out to be not that easy, two shops had no gel batteries in stock, order time two to three days, but we needed some, at VOLVO we found what we were looking for after I got one Asked a tire dealer for advice on where to get such a part. . . . . . .
They even did the installation for us, a young man offered to do it, he didn´t want to take anything for it when I asked about the costs, so a bottle of schnapps changed hands again and I was happy about it, because you had to dismantle the passenger seat. . . . . . . .

Now we are near Edefors, where we had planned to stand something, near 97, at the power station on a campsite that is wonderfully located. I want to fully charge my batteries, so CP again.
We stood for two days, it was wonderfully quiet and the landscape was also beautiful.

Then we drove on a side street without a number to Boden, there we bought gas again, the most expensive so far, 11 kg proud 590.00 skr. In D you can get something for that r 12, oo -13, 00 .

And now comes something really crazy, we have lost our rear registration number from the motorhome in Norway, in the far north near Vard , where exactly we do not know. We drove across all borders with it, stopped for the first time at the border from Norway to Finland, But it was just a questionnaire, nobody was interested in our missing license plate.
In Boden we then considered that we finally had to do something. After a long search we found a shop that also makes signs. In there, asked if it would be possible to do a similar concentration camp, and it worked. The young man went to the husbil, took measurements and then he made a sticker for us and attached it to our Otto himself. As long as he was making the sign, I took two bottles of Pils out of the car and then gave them to him for service, because originally we should wait about 5 hours until it was ready, first the request but if possible to do it right away, then it has to be possible to drive off immediately afterwards.
When the young man had put up the sign on the motorhome, we said goodbye and he wished him a good trip. . . . . but then, when he was already gone, Traudl asked me what it would have cost. . . . oh dear, I had forgotten that and so I went straight back and wanted to pay for the sign. . . . but think, the person said smoothly: You paid for it with two German beers, no, no, it doesn´t cost you anything. . . . . and he stays with it, his partner, who was also there before, rolled over laughing because I wanted to pay for the sign at all.
So we have a new, free one, if you disregard the beer that didn´t cost me anything, Schild. Not an original, but an original one. . . .

We then drove to Lule Gammalstaden. A very old Kyrkstad with a very beautiful church and also our main goal - Margaretas V rdshus ´, we dined here in 2002 and we had planned to do so this time too, in advance we said we succeeded. . . . . .

After a tour of Kyrkstad and a visit to the church, we moved on and wanted to stand in Rosvik, next to E 4, on a square that we knew, but no answer, the square no longer existed and what was left of it did not invite you to stay. . . . . . . So we drove on to J vre, also on the E 4, there was a place for people passing through husvagn och husbiler and we accepted it with thanks, because we had already looked in Pite in the havsbad and everyone else on the way had rattled possible corners, because we actually didn´t want to drive very far that day after we had eaten.

The next morning we saw that there is a service building on the other side of the street and we drove there to dispose of and bunker and what we saw there. . . . a column where you could have taken electricity, even free of charge. . . . . . . I almost got into the
A. . . . . . . bite of all, because electricity is important, our K hlschapp has not worked with gas for weeks. Well, that´s just bad luck for artists.

The next day we drove to Skellefte in order to drive a route from there that was marked very nicely on the map. After a total of 86, 2 km it was already over for us, we found a very nice bathing area, where we stopped. A man was mowing the meadow and we asked if we could stay a night, of course he said no problem and he gave us tips where we could get strawberries and gave us as herbs Another very fresh cucumber. We spent a nice evening and a quiet night here.
In the morning we continued on this beautiful route, then to Skelleftehamn and on a road without a number again on a very beautiful route, on which we discovered a Badsplats, actually where we were already on the sign over, but I´ll be there if that´s a nice place. . . . then . . . . and it is one. A very long sandy beach with changing rooms, etc. benches and tables, basball court and not a soul far and wide, at least when we arrived. But it is WE and we knew that many more people would come here to bathe.
And they came in droves, but everything was very cultivated and calm.
Traudl made us a coffee and there were fine chocolate biscuits, Swedish of course. A few people were already sitting there and we sat down at a table, said hey, hey and that was it.
Swedes very seldom approach you to start a conversation, that´s how it appears to us, also from our previous vacations here.
Then they all left after about 20 minutes. gone and we were alone again, until one of the people came back with a boat, I was itchy and started a conversation and lo and behold, it was funny.

We learned that there is a strength kala on this Friday, a festival where crabs are caught. This experience takes place every second Friday in August and goes from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. in the morning, during which time crabs with a length of at least 9 cm can be caught.
We were invited to meet again on the beach in the evening to experience the spectacle. We noticed that and I was even invited to go out on the lake because I asked what and how to catch the crabs. There were small net pots with liver in them and in two of them there were even crabs, but all but one were too small and so the yield with my `` fisherman ´ was 19 pieces. limited, but he still had the whole night. . . . . . . .

At some point we went home and slept extensively.

Today we have whitefish for lunch, with boiled potatoes and tomato salad, and tomorrow we will have elk steaks, actually I should make a drink with it, we have cranberries. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Well, I don´t want to make your mouth water. . . . . . . . . .

After almost three days of rest, we continued on this route, which was marked as a very beautiful route on the map. But not very far, just 69.2 km, until we saw a small, but wonderfully located campsite on the east coast in Sike where we stayed one night, we needed some electricity for the cooler . . . . . . . and because we liked it so much, we stayed there for two days. . .

Then we drove along the Vindel lven to Rosinedal and stood there one night in the forest to continue the route the next day and look for a parking space directly on the Vindeln, where Gudrun and Norbert were waiting for us again, we had the coordinates .
The route along Vindel lven is beautiful, despite the fact that the road is partly. . . . . . ua S. is, but we know that.

After two nights we broke down our tents there and drove on, on the 365, again a wonderful route and again we spent a night in the middle of the forest.
The next morning in the morning we observed a great spotted woodpecker who did not react shyly although he had noticed us.

Then we continued on 365, 45 and 90 until we A few km before sele, we found a wonderful pitch, which was equipped with a shelter and a fireplace and, as often before, the fire was lit in the evening and we sat and drank a beer with relish. . . . . . . . . .

The next morning, it was already August 18th and 11:00 am, we drove over 90 to sele, where we met a couple from HD while refueling; they had a long chat Follow and then we went on the 92 to Dorotea, where we bought a few things. There, too, we met three couples from Germany and there was another gossip. . . . then quickly buy a painkiller at the pharmacy and then go, or so I thought. . . . .
But what do I suddenly see following our Otto, a familiar WOMO, I hardly believed it, because I already thought they were on my way home. . . . . it was Gudrun and Norbert again, who we had met a few days ago.
We drove a few kilometers together to have breakfast, in the meantime it was 3 p.m., then the two of them drove on with our best wishes, back to 45 and then towards home in Brandenburg.
We both shagged in the pouring rain towards Borgafj ll, where we also stopped in the evening.
The next morning we moved on, it was about 25 km to the end of the road, there we took a break and then drove back and then turned off near Storb ck in the direction of Str mn s, around the Vildmarksv gen again, which we have already traveled three times, most recently on June 11th of this year, in the opposite direction.

A very good idea, as we found out together, because the weather turned nice, the rain was over, at least until the evening and into the night we sleep again, the midnight sun is no longer closed see.
The Trappstegsforsarna were frequented by some WOMOs and so we moved up to Marsfj ll, where we were allowed to spend a lonely night.

The next morning we drove to Trapstegsforsarna, where we saw a bus with tourists from far away. We met very nice people and had some conversations. After about 2.5 hours we drove on to Fatmomakke, just 47.3 km. We spent the night there, but before that we took a very long walk to see Kyrkstad, which we already saw in 2002, but at that time the church and the surrounding buildings were locked and this time we were lucky, everything could be seen. The weather was very nice for us, because the sun was shining all day and we could sit outside to eat, it wasn´t until late in the evening that it was cloudy and it was raining. It rained all night, but in the morning it looked like it was clear. . . . . but it was not the sun we had hoped for, because the brightness turned into rain again in Klimpfj ll.

In the last two months we actually had enough rain, but we also know that we are in Scandinavia and that we had a huge shower with the weather in the first few months of the trip. . . . . . . .


The next day, we arrived in Ankarede in the afternoon, the second Sami Kyrkstad, which is located on this beautiful Vildmarksv g. Here you can still showers for 5, - Skr., Water is free as everywhere, but the electricity costs nothing and toilets are also available, real toilets as we know them and everything is very, very clean. And also a really well equipped kitchen, with a large stove and a double sink.

Actually, I only wanted to conjure up a very good meal tomorrow, for our `` meeting day ´ and my birthday, but when I thought about work, I already did it today. At first, lentils with a spatula were on the kitchen slip, here the stringed sausages were missing. . . . Then Gaisburger Marsch was discussed, but you have to cook for a long time, in the car not so ideal, away from all the steam.
We had no idea that we were standing here in Ankarede, otherwise shopping would have been different. . . . . So there was the Germans´ favorite dish ´,
sauerkraut, purre´ and salted pork belly and one of the last cans of wheat beer, man tasted it. . . . . . . . . and so today there is a light pasta with tomato salad and a bottle of Chianti.
Today we only drive a few km, because we will spend the day and night in Jorm, where we spent our `` public holiday ´ in 2002. There you can sit and fish, have a drink and chat. . . . . . .

After the day in Jorm we left to drive to the H ga Kusten and see this part of Sweden before we finally have to slowly drive south. . . . . , but it will still be a few days before it is ready.

At the beginning of the journey the time seemed infinitely long to us, now we see that this journey will end at some point, which we of course knew, but suddenly the time somehow passes faster, at least that is what one believes.

Hoting was the first stage destination to the H ge Kusten, we are here at a place that Gudrun and Norbert recommended to us. . . . .

The evening was filled with the screaming of three swans chasing each other, with the glow of the sunset and the snapping of fish in the lake.

The morning after, a fog, you couldn´t see your hand in front of your eyes and I had promised Traudl that she could leave our `` parking bay ´ if she dares. . . . . . . . . . . . and she dared and mastered this thing with flying colors. . . . . . Norbert knows where we were, he said that he hadn´t dared to go there because it looked like rain, and I understand that very well, it was roots, sand and nothing else but subsoil.
It went on, we wanted to take it all easy that day and look for a place to camp soon. . . . . . . . but as it is so often in life, one may think, just not think. . . . . . . . . . . . .

To cut a long story short, a mileage of 468.5 km was achieved and we were looking for a proper place for a long day. Either there was a house behind it, there was a lock boom in front of it, a prohibition sign for campers, or the place turned out to be unsuitable. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . so you can achieve this mileage. Last but not least, we went to a rest area (H ga Kustenbron) on the E 4, where we even spent a quiet night. Describing the route would go beyond the scope of what I still like to write. . . . . .

After the night on the E 4 we took the opposite direction, also on the E 4 and drove to Ull nger, where we turned off to the H ga Kusten. We drove lots of streets without a number, so it makes little sense to describe the exact route, if you want, you can of course get a detailed description from us, but the normal map material is not available. . . . . .

To compensate for the previous day, we only drove about 24 km on this day and also found a place that was unique. A lido in Omne, on the route to Norrf llsviken. In the evening we had made a campfire again and sat, as usual, all alone and happily together by the fire. It goes without saying that a glass of wine and a beer were drunk. We would have liked to invite you to experience something like this.

The day after this beautiful evening we were on tour again, this time it was 153.7 km and they weren´t bad parents either, it went steadily uphill, downhill, sometimes like a roller coaster and sometimes like a merry-go-round and mostly as hollow as Swiss cheese, real crash slopes and really fun driving, Traudl couldn´t today, she has a big eye. . . . . . . despite all rumors. . . . . . . . not from my fist. . . . . days ago she had something like that in the other eye, we suspect drafts, but really don´t know anything and it doesn´t hurt either. . . . . . .
On this day, too, we had a hard time finding the place, it was similar to two days ago and as we already knew it from the southern archipelago. You can understand that the people here want to enjoy their beautiful places alone and we saw them in abundance. A wonderful corner of this H ga coast landscape.
In the afternoon we found a place right on the Gulf of Bothnia, but high above it and hardly accessible.

We had a very quiet night, despite the nearby road. . . . . But a curious person came early in the morning who really wanted to know what was on our boxes, he drove directly behind us, read and immediately disappeared again. . . . . . . But we have already experienced that several times, and we have also been asked what that means. . . . . .

The next day we once again spent a lot of money, because diesel, gas bottle, windshield clear and 2 cycle mix were on the shopping list , sometimes around 150, - have to go for it we don´t worry about how we get warm or cook for the next few days. . . . . laugh.

The day was once again totally rainy and we drove around somewhere in the bush, for days the street signs have not matched the place names shown on the map. . . . . . . . . You can clearly find your way, but it is sometimes quite tedious when you stand at a fork or crossroads where there is no indication of the villages that you can see on the map. Enough complained. . . . . the end. . . . . . . .
Today we found a wonderful place, again on the Gulf of Bothnia, but this time you can touch the breast, I was just about to touch it. . . . . . . a former military shooting range has been made into an idyllic spot here. You stand completely in the bush and still see the sea, even have electricity and water at the place and can use the sanitary facilities of the cafe, including the shower. The people are more than friendly here, as they are everywhere we have been and that after a season with many tourists.
The caf was actually no longer open, we were lucky, a group of students was here and so we also got coffee and Kaneelbullar, unfortunately there was no more vaffl r, they are something in Sweden very special. We took a short walk to the sea and watched the raging waves. Unfortunately the rain didn´t stop today and now there is also a strong wind coming from the Bottn. Gulf in.


The morning after, the weather didn´t look any better either, rain was drumming on the roof and pouring down like buckets, the sea had disappeared into the fog like yesterday evening. Nevertheless, we would love to come back here anytime.
Our journey continued, back to the E4 to Timr , then on a side road to Kovland and from there on the 86 to Bispg rden, on the way we looked at the Thal ndischer Pavilljong in Utanede. A monument that commemorates the visit of the Thai King Chulalongkorn the V, who was here in 1897 on a visit to the international art and industry exhibition, visited the municipality of Ragunda.
Then we went on to Bispg rden, where we took the 87 to drive in the direction of stersund yu, we want to stand there for a few days to take a real shower, wash our clothes and open up our Otto again to bite. But above all, we know that we will get an Internet connection there so that this miserably long report can finally go out.





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Hey, hey,
here we are again with the latest bush news. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
We stood on the campsite from August 29th in the afternoon to September 3rd high noon in stersund and turned everything around again, what is movable and, above all, we have lazed until it is no longer possible. . . . . . .

The weather was kind to us for two days, otherwise we have the image we have been accustomed to for weeks again, gray sky, little sun. . . but when it shows up it is incredibly warm, but not like at home, but just warm and dry.

Yesterday we decided to make another trip to Norway, from here to the old mining town of R ros and then back on familiar paths back to Sweden, where we will be someday in the next Want to be in Orsa for 10 days.
Tomorrow, Wed. 03.09. It starts, we will drive via Fros n to Ytter n and then on the E 14 to Mattmar, there take the 321 and head south, set off for Svenstavik. We will spend the night somewhere along this route. . . . . . .

This day´s stage was uniquely beautiful, despite the heavy rain that accompanied us until the afternoon around 2:00 p.m. Then the sun came out and it was wonderfully warm right away, but the light was also bright. . . was the rain made it too dark, the sun has now made it too bright. . . . . . Nobody can please us either. . . . . . . . . . . .

We have noticed that autumn is really coming, the bushes and trees have changed a lot in the last few days, but you can still see grain on the stalk, including G Sightseers who gather for their flight to the south.

Unfortunately we didn´t see a nice place to stand until shortly before Svenstavik, but we´re slowly getting to know that now, on lakes like the Storsj it´s not that easy, because it is a lot built up and private.

But shortly before Svenstavik I actually wanted to let a couple of cars pass by, for a long time I hadn´t seen a place to swerve to the right, then I saw something on the left and away from the street my senses. . . . . but what did I see there, a resting place. . . . . and what kind of thing, because Traudl and I had already had a few times in our mouths on this trip, but we no longer knew exactly where it was, because we frequented the 1996 for a breakfast with scrambled eggs and ham, back then we were here with the car and our son. We were happy to find the place again so unexpectedly, I mean, neither of us believed we would ever find this place again, the exact route from back then was just `` gone ´.

The next morning, September 4th, the sun was shining, hurrrraaaaa, the gods are kind to us, I screamed and Traudl rolled over with laughter. We only drove 92.9 km that day, we wanted to enjoy the sun and we didn´t want to stay in the square of the previous night, this road is very busy during the day. So it went on according to plan, which is usually not the case with us. Having driven through Svenstavik, we came to the 45, where we drove a few km until shortly after sarna we came to the 316, which led us to the 315 and this in turn led us to the 84, which we now up to the Norwegian Stay true to the border, there our trust is put to an end, as the street then bears the number 31.
A wonderful resting place, approx. 300 mtr. We discovered next to the 84 and had already found a place for the night around 1:30 p.m. So today we have a long time to talk about the landscapes, etc. seen during the day.

The next day we went on to Norway, still drinking coffee and eating waffles on the way, after a visit to the pharmacy, painkillers had to be bought, probably had wrong ideas about consumption in Germany. . . . .

Hardly crossed the border, 18.2 km, when the signal lamp for the battery supply lit up, a hoorayaaaaaa and immediately afterwards the temperature display and the hurray got even bigger.
The V-belt broke, the ADAC helped us out with a partner in Norway who towed us to R ros, 35 km.
It was like always when something broke, Friday, in the afternoon around 1 p.m.
And we prepared ourselves for a wait of several days. . . . . . but, oh wonder, the boss of the workshop helped us, by calling the man who piggybacked us (a picture for gods, our Otto on a truck), you asked us to fit the V-belt and we were out of the workshop at around 4pm . A special thank you was of course clear, the last two German beers and a bottle of Chianti, nothing more was in our travel inventory. And when I said that it wouldn´t be `` normal ´ that you can get a repair done on Friday afternoon in the hunting season, the boss there said: `` We want to help and not experience that your visit to Norway is on one Workshop space takes place.
We settled down on a campsite in the evening and went to see R ros the next morning. A wonderful old mining town We spent a few hours there and also met a German who has been vacationing there for years and only there. . . . . . .

We drove a few kilometers in the afternoon and then stopped at a hidden rest area on the way, ate something and then spent the night there.
The next day we drove to Spjutmo am sterdal lven and took up a position there, in a place we knew and there we stood, or we did not stand there, if we were on the way, until Tuesday afternoon German friends from Orsa called us to see if we could meet today instead of tomorrow, of course, we could and soon we were there, because there are only a few km to drive.
Over the dam of the power plant it went to the 70 there after about 2 km immediately left over side roads to Orsa, the way via Mora would have been about 20 km longer.

Hurray and hello, a really warm welcome from our friends Silvia and J rg, whose daughter Anne just returned from Africa a few days ago, where she was doing an internship. We´ll see Anne tomorrow, we´re looking forward to seeing her, I´m sure she has a lot to tell, because she was in Tanzania for about as long as we were up here in the north.

The next day we drove with J rg to the Pilkalampinoppi, which we almost made it to the top in the spring, but then because of the smoothness we didn´t go any further. After that, J rg showed us three more places, where you could easily stand for a few days with the motorhome. The day was followed by a very convivial evening, but we still went to bed very early, because the next day we had an appointment in the Fiat workshop in Orsa, because you had to check the engine registers because a new one V-belt, but not an original Fiat part, was fitted a few days ago.
In the Verkstad I was first informed that there are no special Fiat V-belts and asked when the timing belt would have been replaced, because that should happen every 40 - 50,000 km or every 15 years . We can then have it done at home in peace. And so the visit there was short, but connected with a warm conversation, because we already knew each other from a visit in May. . . . . . .
A day of relative idleness was ahead of us, we went to see Dalhalla, refueling, shopping, souvenirs etc. and then spent the evening in Orsa with our friends, where the parents came to visit early in the morning and first sat in our mobile home. It was a farewell evening because we drove on the next day.

To Noppikoski in Finnmark, there to Tallsj n, which J rg had brought us close and where you can stand wonderfully quietly, even fish for game fish, but they eluded my fishing skills again, because the weather was good not with, you couldn´t see where the beasts were, the water had rippled too much, just bad luck for artists, like almost on the whole trip. But on Monday I had endless shoulder pain because I was spinning.

We experienced a quiet yet interesting WE, had some very nice conversations with Swedes who drove by and also took a rest there and, as always, learned something new on such occasions.

Then Monday came and with it the departure to Orsa, because we had made an appointment with Susanne and Heiko. After a few miles that served to dispose of the Husbil, we went shopping and then, as agreed, met at the two of them.
It was a nice, but unfortunately also a short evening, we have time, but the others are still allowed to work and you don´t want to sit there until the end of the day. Nevertheless, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you both again and say hello to your lovely children from us. . . . . . . . . . especially my friend Paul who is actually called Jakob. . . . . .
It was nice with you and. . . . . . . . . nutritious. . . . . . . . .

Then we set off, because we were allowed to stay overnight with Silvia and J rg in Orsa again, because we had electricity, which is not bad with our cooler.
The two of them were already marked by a cold of the worst kind before the WE, and that evening we thought we would see ghosts, they looked so bad. We hope that the worst has been settled by today and would like to thank you two again for your hospitality, which we were able to enjoy for a long time, only in May and now again, we have to thank you It was also nice to see your Anne. . . . . . . Silvia always cooked us well, J rg has been on the road with us and has shown us quite a few Smultron stalls. We hope to see you, that also applies to Susanne and Heiko, in Mannheim and to have you as guests for a few days.

On Tuesday morning, it was 09/16, we started, finally heading south - home, although we would have to endure it up here for a long time, although we would have to we would then rent ourselves, because with Otto we would soon have frostbite. . . . . . . . . . because it is not so well insulated that you would survive the winter here.

We wanted to refuel in Falun that day, but despite calling in advance, there was none. . . . . . So, on to G vle.
So then on towards Broddetorp, which was our goal, but first of all sleep one night in G vle, because of course we arrived too late to buy gas.
In the morning we went to the oil port - Frederikskans
We had an address in G vle where you can fill up with gas from a well-known German gas cylinder manufacturer, but the procedure turned out to be unsolvable , because, for whatever reason, private vehicles are not allowed to enter the port and the company that sells gas is in the port - Frederikskans - what to do, said Zeus. On the spur of the moment I bought a full gas bottle again, at an exorbitant price of 1,398.00 SKr, i.e. 140, - , the last one that I returned a few days ago cost 721.00 SKr. I was pissed off because I can´t return this bottle either.

So we continued and wanted to make a little visit to J rg´s parents, who live on our way, but the two were so cold that it was better to postpone the visit to another time in Sweden. We hope that you will be better soon so that you can move into your new domicile. . . . licka till

We spent that night in a parking lot at 50, Traudl had a fever in the meantime and she wasn´t feeling well. After arriving we slept for a while and then ate something. After that it rumbled in my stomach even worse than the night before and during the day and so I swallowed two Immodium during the night and it was better this morning. Tonight even better, but Traudl is still sagging, but things are noticeably improving. At the moment she is trying to get Otto through. . . . grin, but that´s good when you have a fever.

Tomorrow on Friday we will meet Dirk in Sk vde to have a coffee and to chat, some of you know him from the 2006 meeting. And then we will go to Broddetorp to see Miriam, Frank and Maeva.

We spent the night again in the port of Mariestad, where we slept very well, until today at 10:15 am. And as soon as I got up there was. . . . `` Alert ´, a mobile home drove into the harbor and you don´t believe what the license plate number is. . . . . . it came from Mannheim. . . . . . . . and there were nice people with whom we talked for a long time.

We met Dirk and his wife and had a coffee chat in our Otto. It was a beautiful afternoon and there was a lot to talk about and to laugh about.
Thank you Dirk too for the help you gave us.

And now, tonight we have arrived at Frank, Miriam and Maeva´s. As in the spring, we were given a very warm welcome and of course we stopped them the whole evening again. We thought it was nice. . . . . . . .



Hello everyone,
we want to contact you again to show that we are alive. . . . . . . .
From July 1st to 7th we stayed in Troms , partly forcibly because the switch from the LIMA to the refrigerator was broken, but the cables were burned through, for whatever reason, so lending a hand was not possible, I didn´t want to, because I am a hobbyist before the Lord. . . . .
We found a workshop that was also ready to put the story in order, but of course on Monday and so we spent the weekend from July 5th to 7th in Troms or in the surrounding area .

Monday was filled with a stroll through the city, drinking coffee and going out to eat and then picking up our Otto. Norwegian prices rounded off the whole thing, but the cooling works again.

We set out on Tuesday morning (shameful confession, it was 11:00 am), further north, towards Hammerfest.
The Lyngen Peninsula was our next destination, There we found a wonderful place for the night, with a fantastic view. No house nearby, nothing pointed to private, but in the afternoon we had a visitor who made it unmistakably clear to us that another hour and then you´re gone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
We have never had problems because we used a place, so we went away like watered poodles and gave up further exploration of this beautiful patch of earth in order not to step in the wrong place somewhere. But the place never looked like a private place. . . . . . . . . .

We had been standing for quite a while and I had taken an afternoon nap and so we could drive into the beginning of the late afternoon and evening. And we drove until shortly before Skjerv y, where we found a quiet place.
On the way we knew some places from 2002, they were all overcrowded, Bil an Bil was standing there and we don´t like that, so on and on. The Lyngen Alps were backlit, so that you could not take pictures, or the pictures were nothing, too dark. . . . you have to be there in the morning, as we planned, but you can´t have everything. . . . . . Sponge over it.

After spending the night shortly before Skjerv y, we drove there the next morning, two tunnels had to be driven again, one 3, 2 km long and 920 mtr. under the sea. We didn´t like Skjerv y itself, we thought of a small fishing village, but it´s an up-and-coming small town, many tourists and not our case, so quickly gone again.

After we hadn´t had very good experiences in the valleys with regard to parking spaces, bans and many private spaces, we are only ever through the doors located on the E 6 ler drove and looked at them. The Reisdalen was one of the most impressive, but even here only campsites, private or already occupied, so there is no way to stop. We drove to Mathisdal, where, as if we had suspected it, we found a place and spent the night there.
In these two days we drove the considerable number of 688.7 km, that was absolutely not planned.

The next morning we drove to Alta to see the museum and the rock carvings that are outside there.
My diary entry reads:

Then the first thing we did was go to the Hellristninger, and it was already impressive what the `` ancestors ´ had left behind. It must have been quite a job to make these rock carvings so that the descendants can see how these people lived, how they hunted, fished and also danced and played, unfortunately they couldn´t leave us how hard they were life must have been back then, you have to imagine it for yourself. But they lived like a dream, they had chosen a wonderful view of the Altafjord. . . . . . . . . .

It was really very interesting there and when we came around 8:30 am, hardly any people there, when we left around 11:30 am, a crowd like at the fair.

We left Alta behind us, enjoyed the way to Hammerfest Fors l, to our parking space from 2002, where, as we feared, we found many WOMOs.

We have noticed that tourism, especially with mobile homes and caravans, has increased immensely since 2002. In the past you were happy when a car came towards you, today it´s the other way around. . . .

We will stay in Hammerfest for a few days and then drive towards Kirkenes, still hoping that the flow of WOMOs will run out at some point. . . . . . . . . . .

Hammerfest. . . . . . the metropolis with the most ratings northernmost. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . of the world. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Somehow it is no longer the Hammerfest that we knew from 2002; it may be, that I only see everything gray in gray ?????

A lot of construction has been done here, not pretty, but high. . . . . . . . . but who´s going to moan? . . . . . . we are tourists ourselves, sometimes forget that. . . .

Our place in Fors l, which we know from 2002, was already firmly in Dutch hands when we arrived, but they were all in the wrong place, how should the newbies know that the small space further ahead is the best motorhome parking space up there, you can see the Arctic Ocean directly, not the harbor basin of Fors l, with its Fiskebruk.

On the evening of the first day we only took a short walk to the Arctic Ocean with its wonderfully white sandy beach, on the second evening we worked as a `` mountaineer ´, to enjoy the midnight sun, a couple of Bobilers have also discovered that and have climbed up on their backs and brought their fishing rods with them. . . . . . . . ?? and then went down again. I had the suspicion that the fishing rods were trying to fetch the planes that are now coming in via Fors l from the sky. . . . yes, yes, the noise, it makes you mad. . . . . . .

We stood in Fors l for two days and then spent one night in Hammerfest, because of the sun, which offered us a top-class spectacle that night, actually it was a shame and we didn´t want to go to bed either go, but somehow you have to get up the next day. Nevertheless. . . . . . . . . . when the sun is in the sky and it is brighter at night than sometimes during the day, then it is always worth staying up late.

After that night in Hammerfest, we spent another night in Fors l and then set off early on Monday for Gamvik. Some little things had to be taken care of, like a freshly filled gas bottle, a certain tool (English) and then we could leave the northernmost city in the world. . . . . . . .

Via Skaidi the route led us on the 94 to the E 6, where we lurched there, the traffic was already a little less in contrast to the hunt to Hammerfest.
Trollholmen was our destination, wherever we wanted to spend the night. Once there, it was actually enough to take a look at the bus and WOMOs to know that this will not be our place to sleep today.

The, According to legend, we visited petrified trolls on a wonderful walk of about 2 hours, the way there alone was worth seeing, dolomite rock, washed out for thousands of years has produced the most incredible forms, few scholars claim that we believe in the other variant that the trolls were surprised by the light of day and therefore turned to stone. . . . . . .

After the troll visit, we made our way towards Lakselv, where we know a place to stay nearby from our trip in 2002. We found this place without looking and we are spending tonight here, at. . . . of course. . . . . . Midnight sun, it won´t let go of us and we enjoy it, it will only be a few more days, until the sun retreats behind the horizon in the evening. Then at some point our journey will have to take the rough direction Germany. . . . . . . . . . but it still takes. . . . . . . . . .

On October 15th Early in the morning we made our way towards Gamvik - Slettnes, over the 98 and then over the notorious Nordkinnveien, which is often impassable in winter and where there is a ferry that only runs from Kalak in winter from the Nordkinn Halv ya supplies as long as the Veien is impassable.
On the way there were little delicacies such as the Silfar Canon, the Adamsfossen and the simple but charming church of Lebesby. . . . .
And today, as is so often the case, the rule is `` the journey is the goal ´, our diary has the following entry:
As so often today, the journey was the goal again. Certainly not to everyone´s taste, but ours. . . . . . . . .
These endless expanses, barren plateaus, wind-ruffled and bulky birches, lakes, moors, rivers and lots of animals, but no elk or reindeer. . . . . . Thousands of reindeer graze here. . . . . .

There was no end to the superlatives and we were amazed and gawked again and again. A rest stop high in the fells invited us and we followed the invitation, met two people from Quedlinburg and had a nice chat.

When we almost reached our destination, we saw Bobile standing from afar, well, we were prepared for it, because there was no space, that we know from earlier is unpolluted by the great trek of travelers from all over the world. We stood here in 2002 with neighbors from T bingen in the VW bus, apart from that there was nothing but Renen, M ven etc., today there are 11 buggies, a caravan team and several cars and the space was not large er. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


On the second day in Slettnes, when we reached the northernmost point of our journey, we cut down a bottle of sparkling wine.

Unfortunately, the weather was not conducive to lingering in Slettnes , violent storm, rain and fog thwarted our calculation, which was shaped by the weather in 2002. But up here, in the Arctic, you have to expect it.
And so we left Slettnes after a day of rest, visited the interesting museum in Gamvik, where we got a guided tour, again for free. . . . . . and learned a lot about the living conditions of the people here, from earlier times and also from today.

A visit to the church was added and because we were there anyway, we immediately filled up our water supplies in the adjoining cemetery.

It should be added that on the second day there were only three buggies with us and one followed in the evening.


Then we went back to the Nordkinnveien, which, like on the way there, is a piece of earth that one must have seen as a `` Nordland driver ´, we could spend hours on it to report. . . . . . .

In Ifjord we then went into the fell. The Ifjord Fjell has it all both as beauty and as a torture route for the cars. You could hardly get enough of the rocks etc., but our Otto moaned very suspiciously more than once when the road changed three times in the lane to less than 5 meters and also huge ones Potholes lurked on the axles. Nevertheless, we would drive this route again at any time. . . . . .

As we rolled towards Tana bru a thunderstorm came over us, one would think the rain of the last few weeks had suddenly fallen, but after about 30 minutes the whole spook was over, the sun had us again , only the chatter was now set to fight. . . . . . . .

We immediately took the path towards Berlev g under the hooves. A lookout point was our goal (38 km to Tana bru), But this vantage point could only be mastered with an all-terrain vehicle, our Otto is used to all sorts of things, but we would never have come in there without damage and not out at all, the place was too deep next to the road e. . . . . . .
So we went on, almost another 38 km, until we found a place that we liked, there were already others to be seen on the way, but none of the beautiful ones and the two beautiful ones were already occupied. . . laugh. . . . . that´s the way it is when you visit museums early in the morning and the journey doesn´t start until around 1 p.m.

The place was very quiet and the next morning we set out to drive to Berlev g, a very wise decision, because here the route was the goal again, simply stunning, Pointed pinnacles that slanted into the air like kite teeth, swarms of diving ducks, cormorants, fat hens in different colors in the rock, so simply beautiful, even if the weather did not want to participate again Scandinavian and we knew that and wanted to go here. . . . . .

At the moment we are on the way back from Berlev g, we did not go to B tsfjord because we were told that there was a single construction site there. . . . . . We have seen and driven enough construction sites here. . . . . . .

A rest area at the 890 was our place to stay for that night, quiet, by a lake. Only one `` garbage tourist ´ from Norway came in the evening to dump his rubbish.

The next morning we continued, initially Tana bru was our goal, for disposal and shopping, then we went on, towards Varangerbotn, where we drove on the E 75 to find a campsite for the WE, which is on the route to Vard ; but unfortunately. . . . either we were blinded, or our card has entries that are not correct. Be that as it may, we didn´t find a campsite until Vard , apart from the fact that there is, of course, one in Vestre Jakobselv, but that was still too early in the day for us. . . . . . . . . . . . . it is not easy to please us.

So we landed in Vard , where we did not want to stop, so back, through the tunnel on the Vard , overland, can only be reached, 2942 mtr. Long 88 mtr. under the Arctic Ocean, really nice steep slopes, similar to that of Skjerv y, but much brighter. . . . . . . . . .

We were attracted to the old pier at Svartnes and we are using it today as a parking space, let´s see, maybe we will stop here tomorrow, or we will roll on and do it in Kirkenes or the surrounding area according to daily. . .

Well, we decided to go to Hamningberg - Skj vika the next day, the extreme end of the world that you can experience up here by car and we have not regretted it. . . . . . . . . this landscape had something primeval about it, pointed, rugged, steep, slanted slate slabs, in between sandy beaches, white as in the South Sea. . . . . .
A dreamlike piece of earth, like many we have already seen, but that was something very special, of course only for those who like something like that, as always in life.

But here, too, the weather had no sympathy with our wishes for dryness, it shouldn´t have been sun at all. . . . . . And so we just drove on the next day, in the direction of Kirkenes and stood there for three days on a campsite nearby, in Hesseng, but not just to wait for better weather, grin, no, we have laundry washed, this and that rearranged and played, because the rain was incessant.

On the second of the three days we went to Kirkenes to do some shopping and then we grabbed the opportunity and drove to Grense-Jakobselv, in the rain, in bad weather and met four WOMOS there, so also this place tourist infested , well, we already thought so. . . . . . . .
The weather hadn´t invited us and neither did that, so we celebrated back to our campsite in Hesseng.

Then the vre Pasvik Nasjonalpark was on the plan and it was still raining. . . . . . . . Nevertheless, we really wanted to go there again, because we had stood there very nicely in 2002. The piste there is horrible, more holes than Grusweg, but we arrived and what we found. . . . . . . Germans with mobile homes and cars. . . . . . . . . . So, you can no longer be alone anywhere, only in the middle of the forest and even there you can still meet someone. . . . . . . . .

We spent a day there, the chatter almost ate us up on two walks, We hadn´t had that before, the whole trip these critters were present to a bearable degree.

On the evening of the second day we moved on after it was WE and a horde of young people arrived with canoes and made a fire and made a noise, well how these `` children ´ are, after all, at some point we were young too. . . . . .
We spent the night on a beautiful place that we thought of from 2002 and the next morning we decided not to go to Kaamenen in Finland via Neiden, Sevettij rvi, but back to Tana bru and from there take the E 6 and the E 75, as the E 75 is considered a particularly beautiful route and that has been completely confirmed.
The landscape was of course quite different, Reindeer without end and the associated gnats as well without end.
We spent the night on a plateau in the middle of the reindeer herding area, alone, without WOMOs, only with reindeer. . . . .
Then the next morning to drive on towards Sweden because we wanted to meet friends there, but there were several border crossings to be completed, which is nothing special up here, you rattle past and you´re good. . . . . . . . . . . .
The next night we spent again in the reindeer herding area, along with such an abundance of gnats that we almost took it out, but we were tired and there was no better possibility in sight next two hundred KM.

Now we went on in the morning, through Finland to the Swedish border in Muonio. The first time I gave my driver a wrong entry about the route, we immediately had to drive 70 km more than planned, but that also happens, especially when you are too lazy to look at the map again in the morning and thinks you know everything. . . . . . . . . . . . . ha, ha, ha.. . . . .

So we came to Vittangi on some roundabouts and wrong turns and first of all bought something there again, in a totally filthy ICA, but they had idea coffee and the price would not have been bad either, straight times 50 ct. More than in D.. . . .

When we arrived in Piilij rvi, where our friends had been for two days, there was a big hello and big tam tam and there was an ice cold German beer. . . . . how delicious, because our fabric has long been all, we gave away too much. . . . . . . .

The two of them actually brought us a whole box of Beir and two six-packs, plus 2 huge salamis of the noble variety and we were also invited to dinner, man, we felt like it good that evening. . . . not that we would otherwise have dared, but just German beer, German bread and German sausage. . . . . . . .
The northerners really have good bread and sausage too, but the sausage is insanely fat and the bread in Norway, where we came from, is not the real thing either, if you bite into it, you have air between the Z. Know. But we don´t want to complain here, we just want to show that there is more than one reason to visit all of you again at some point. . . . . . . . . is a promise. . . . no threat. . . . . . . .

So folks, now it has to be over again. . . . . . . oh no, I almost forgot that my friend caught a pike with 115 cm yesterday, pictures will prove it and I have one with 90 cm. . . . Received as a gift, from a Finn, we, the pike of course, processed it as fish soup yesterday. And today there are whitefish, something like whitefish that our CP owner caught us on the net yesterday.
We´re looking forward to it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . mmmmhhhhhhmmmmmm. . . . . . .
And they tasted very good, I smoked some too and they were arrested too, wonderful, so fresh from the smoke.

We stood in Piilij rvi for a total of six days, we had wonderful days there, sat with friends one evening in a kota that was beautifully furnished, unfortunately you couldn´t take any pictures, because a kota is very private and that is sacred to the Sami.

When we left, our Otto uttered something like cackling, the reason was quickly known, the living area batteries were simply down, 8 12 years old, who is surprised. . . . . . . so we were allowed to buy two new batteries, but now that should be over.

We bought the batteries in Lule , where we went, because there is a dealer there who should have batteries in stock. . . . . . . . .
We drove from Piilij rvi via G llivare on the E 10 to Lule , actually this route was planned over Jokkmokk and then on the 97 and from Edefors on the right side of the Lule lven, but sometimes things turn out differently than you think.
And buying two batteries turned out to be not that easy, two shops had no gel batteries in stock, order time two to three days, but we needed some, at VOLVO we found what we were looking for after I got one Asked a tire dealer for advice on where to get such a part. . . . . . .
They even did the installation for us, a young man offered to do it, he didn´t want to take anything for it when I asked about the costs, so a bottle of schnapps changed hands again and I was happy about it, because you had to dismantle the passenger seat. . . . . . . .

Now we are near Edefors, where we had planned to stand something, near 97, at the power station on a campsite that is wonderfully located. I want to fully charge my batteries, so CP again.
We stood for two days, it was wonderfully quiet and the landscape was also beautiful.

Then we drove on a side street without a number to Boden, there we bought gas again, the most expensive so far, 11 kg proud 590.00 skr. In D you can get something for that r 12, oo -13, 00 .

And now comes something really crazy, we have lost our rear registration number from the motorhome in Norway, in the far north near Vard , where exactly we do not know. We drove across all borders with it, stopped for the first time at the border from Norway to Finland, But it was just a questionnaire, nobody was interested in our missing license plate.
In Boden we then considered that we finally had to do something. After a long search we found a shop that also makes signs. In there, asked if it would be possible to do a similar concentration camp, and it worked. The young man went to the husbil, took measurements and then he made a sticker for us and attached it to our Otto himself. As long as he was making the sign, I took two bottles of Pils out of the car and then gave them to him for service, because originally we should wait about 5 hours until it was ready, first the request but if possible to do it right away, then it has to be possible to drive off immediately afterwards.
When the young man had put up the sign on the motorhome, we said goodbye and he wished him a good trip. . . . . but then, when he was already gone, Traudl asked me what it would have cost. . . . oh dear, I had forgotten that and so I went straight back and wanted to pay for the sign. . . . but think, the person said smoothly: You paid for it with two German beers, no, no, it doesn´t cost you anything. . . . . and he stays with it, his partner, who was also there before, rolled over laughing because I wanted to pay for the sign at all.
So we have a new, free one, if you disregard the beer that didn´t cost me anything, Schild. Not an original, but an original one. . . .

We then drove to Lule Gammalstaden. A very old Kyrkstad with a very beautiful church and also our main goal - Margaretas V rdshus ´, we dined here in 2002 and we had planned to do so this time too, in advance we said we succeeded. . . . . .

After a tour of Kyrkstad and a visit to the church, we moved on and wanted to stand in Rosvik, next to E 4, on a square that we knew, but no answer, the square no longer existed and what was left of it did not invite you to stay. . . . . . . So we drove on to J vre, also on the E 4, there was a place for people passing through husvagn och husbiler and we accepted it with thanks, because we had already looked in Pite in the havsbad and everyone else on the way had rattled possible corners, because we actually didn´t want to drive very far that day after we had eaten.

The next morning we saw that there is a service building on the other side of the street and we drove there to dispose of and bunker and what we saw there. . . . a column where you could have taken electricity, even free of charge. . . . . . . I almost got into the
A. . . . . . . bite of all, because electricity is important, our K hlschapp has not worked with gas for weeks. Well, that´s just bad luck for artists.

The next day we drove to Skellefte in order to drive a route from there that was marked very nicely on the map. After a total of 86, 2 km it was already over for us, we found a very nice bathing area, where we stopped. A man was mowing the meadow and we asked if we could stay a night, of course he said no problem and he gave us tips where we could get strawberries and gave us as herbs Another very fresh cucumber. We spent a nice evening and a quiet night here.
In the morning we continued on this beautiful route, then to Skelleftehamn and on a road without a number again on a very beautiful route, on which we discovered a Badsplats, actually where we were already on the sign over, but I´ll be there if that´s a nice place. . . . then . . . . and it is one. A very long sandy beach with changing rooms, etc. benches and tables, basball court and not a soul far and wide, at least when we arrived. But it is WE and we knew that many more people would come here to bathe.
And they came in droves, but everything was very cultivated and calm.
Traudl made us a coffee and there were fine chocolate biscuits, Swedish of course. A few people were already sitting there and we sat down at a table, said hey, hey and that was it.
Swedes very seldom approach you to start a conversation, that´s how it appears to us, also from our previous vacations here.
Then they all left after about 20 minutes. gone and we were alone again, until one of the people came back with a boat, I was itchy and started a conversation and lo and behold, it was funny.

We learned that there is a strength kala on this Friday, a festival where crabs are caught. This experience takes place every second Friday in August and goes from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. in the morning, during which time crabs with a length of at least 9 cm can be caught.
We were invited to meet again on the beach in the evening to experience the spectacle. We noticed that and I was even invited to go out on the lake because I asked what and how to catch the crabs. There were small net pots with liver in them and in two of them there were even crabs, but all but one were too small and so the yield with my `` fisherman ´ was 19 pieces. limited, but he still had the whole night. . . . . . . .

At some point we went home and slept extensively.

Today we have whitefish for lunch, with boiled potatoes and tomato salad, and tomorrow we will have elk steaks, actually I should make a drink with it, we have cranberries. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Well, I don´t want to make your mouth water. . . . . . . . . .

After almost three days of rest, we continued on this route, which was marked as a very beautiful route on the map. But not very far, just 69.2 km, until we saw a small, but wonderfully located campsite on the east coast in Sike where we stayed one night, we needed some electricity for the cooler . . . . . . . and because we liked it so much, we stayed there for two days. . .

Then we drove along the Vindel lven to Rosinedal and stood there one night in the forest to continue the route the next day and look for a parking space directly on the Vindeln, where Gudrun and Norbert were waiting for us again, we had the coordinates .
The route along Vindel lven is beautiful, despite the fact that the road is partly. . . . . . ua S. is, but we know that.

After two nights we broke down our tents there and drove on, on the 365, again a wonderful route and again we spent a night in the middle of the forest.
The next morning in the morning we observed a great spotted woodpecker who did not react shyly although he had noticed us.

Then we continued on 365, 45 and 90 until we A few km before sele, we found a wonderful pitch, which was equipped with a shelter and a fireplace and, as often before, the fire was lit in the evening and we sat and drank a beer with relish. . . . . . . . . .

The next morning, it was already August 18th and 11:00 am, we drove over 90 to sele, where we met a couple from HD while refueling; they had a long chat Follow and then we went on the 92 to Dorotea, where we bought a few things. There, too, we met three couples from Germany and there was another gossip. . . . then quickly buy a painkiller at the pharmacy and then go, or so I thought. . . . .
But what do I suddenly see following our Otto, a familiar WOMO, I hardly believed it, because I already thought they were on my way home. . . . . it was Gudrun and Norbert again, who we had met a few days ago.
We drove a few kilometers together to have breakfast, in the meantime it was 3 p.m., then the two of them drove on with our best wishes, back to 45 and then towards home in Brandenburg.
We both shagged in the pouring rain towards Borgafj ll, where we also stopped in the evening.
The next morning we moved on, it was about 25 km to the end of the road, there we took a break and then drove back and then turned off near Storb ck in the direction of Str mn s, around the Vildmarksv gen again, which we have already traveled three times, most recently on June 11th of this year, in the opposite direction.

A very good idea, as we found out together, because the weather turned nice, the rain was over, at least until the evening and into the night we sleep again, the midnight sun is no longer closed see.
The Trappstegsforsarna were frequented by some WOMOs and so we moved up to Marsfj ll, where we were allowed to spend a lonely night.

The next morning we drove to Trapstegsforsarna, where we saw a bus with tourists from far away. We met very nice people and had some conversations. After about 2.5 hours we drove on to Fatmomakke, just 47.3 km. We spent the night there, but before that we took a very long walk to see Kyrkstad, which we already saw in 2002, but at that time the church and the surrounding buildings were locked and this time we were lucky, everything could be seen. The weather was very nice for us, because the sun was shining all day and we could sit outside to eat, it wasn´t until late in the evening that it was cloudy and it was raining. It rained all night, but in the morning it looked like it was clear. . . . . but it was not the sun we had hoped for, because the brightness turned into rain again in Klimpfj ll.

In the last two months we actually had enough rain, but we also know that we are in Scandinavia and that we had a huge shower with the weather in the first few months of the trip. . . . . . . .


The next day, we arrived in Ankarede in the afternoon, the second Sami Kyrkstad, which is located on this beautiful Vildmarksv g. Here you can still showers for 5, - Skr., Water is free as everywhere, but the electricity costs nothing and toilets are also available, real toilets as we know them and everything is very, very clean. And also a really well equipped kitchen, with a large stove and a double sink.

Actually, I only wanted to conjure up a very good meal tomorrow, for our `` meeting day ´ and my birthday, but when I thought about work, I already did it today. At first, lentils with a spatula were on the kitchen slip, here the stringed sausages were missing. . . . Then Gaisburger Marsch was discussed, but you have to cook for a long time, in the car not so ideal, away from all the steam.
We had no idea that we were standing here in Ankarede, otherwise shopping would have been different. . . . . So there was the Germans´ favorite dish ´,
sauerkraut, purre´ and salted pork belly and one of the last cans of wheat beer, man tasted it. . . . . . . . . and so today there is a light pasta with tomato salad and a bottle of Chianti.
Today we only drive a few km, because we will spend the day and night in Jorm, where we spent our `` public holiday ´ in 2002. There you can sit and fish, have a drink and chat. . . . . . .

After the day in Jorm we left to drive to the H ga Kusten and see this part of Sweden before we finally have to slowly drive south. . . . . , but it will still be a few days before it is ready.

At the beginning of the journey the time seemed infinitely long to us, now we see that this journey will end at some point, which we of course knew, but suddenly the time somehow passes faster, at least that is what one believes.

Hoting was the first stage destination to the H ge Kusten, we are here at a place that Gudrun and Norbert recommended to us. . . . .

The evening was filled with the screaming of three swans chasing each other, with the glow of the sunset and the snapping of fish in the lake.

The morning after, a fog, you couldn´t see your hand in front of your eyes and I had promised Traudl that she could leave our `` parking bay ´ if she dares. . . . . . . . . . . . and she dared and mastered this thing with flying colors. . . . . . Norbert knows where we were, he said that he hadn´t dared to go there because it looked like rain, and I understand that very well, it was roots, sand and nothing else but subsoil.
It went on, we wanted to take it all easy that day and look for a place to camp soon. . . . . . . . but as it is so often in life, one may think, just not think. . . . . . . . . . . . .

To cut a long story short, a mileage of 468.5 km was achieved and we were looking for a proper place for a long day. Either there was a house behind it, there was a lock boom in front of it, a prohibition sign for campers, or the place turned out to be unsuitable. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . so you can achieve this mileage. Last but not least, we went to a rest area (H ga Kustenbron) on the E 4, where we even spent a quiet night. Describing the route would go beyond the scope of what I still like to write. . . . . .

After the night on the E 4 we took the opposite direction, also on the E 4 and drove to Ull nger, where we turned off to the H ga Kusten. We drove lots of streets without a number, so it makes little sense to describe the exact route, if you want, you can of course get a detailed description from us, but the normal map material is not available. . . . . .

To compensate for the previous day, we only drove about 24 km on this day and also found a place that was unique. A lido in Omne, on the route to Norrf llsviken. In the evening we had made a campfire again and sat, as usual, all alone and happily together by the fire. It goes without saying that a glass of wine and a beer were drunk. We would have liked to invite you to experience something like this.

The day after this beautiful evening we were on tour again, this time it was 153.7 km and they weren´t bad parents either, it went steadily uphill, downhill, sometimes like a roller coaster and sometimes like a merry-go-round and mostly as hollow as Swiss cheese, real crash slopes and really fun driving, Traudl couldn´t today, she has a big eye. . . . . . . despite all rumors. . . . . . . . not from my fist. . . . . days ago she had something like that in the other eye, we suspect drafts, but really don´t know anything and it doesn´t hurt either. . . . . . .
On this day, too, we had a hard time finding the place, it was similar to two days ago and as we already knew it from the southern archipelago. You can understand that the people here want to enjoy their beautiful places alone and we saw them in abundance. A wonderful corner of this H ga coast landscape.
In the afternoon we found a place right on the Gulf of Bothnia, but high above it and hardly accessible.

We had a very quiet night, despite the nearby road. . . . . But a curious person came early in the morning who really wanted to know what was on our boxes, he drove directly behind us, read and immediately disappeared again. . . . . . . But we have already experienced that several times, and we have also been asked what that means. . . . . .

The next day we once again spent a lot of money, because diesel, gas bottle, windshield clear and 2 cycle mix were on the shopping list , sometimes around 150, - have to go for it we don´t worry about how we get warm or cook for the next few days. . . . . laugh.

The day was once again totally rainy and we drove around somewhere in the bush, for days the street signs have not matched the place names shown on the map. . . . . . . . . You can clearly find your way, but it is sometimes quite tedious when you stand at a fork or crossroads where there is no indication of the villages that you can see on the map. Enough complained. . . . . the end. . . . . . . .
Today we found a wonderful place, again on the Gulf of Bothnia, but this time you can touch the breast, I was just about to touch it. . . . . . . a former military shooting range has been made into an idyllic spot here. You stand completely in the bush and still see the sea, even have electricity and water at the place and can use the sanitary facilities of the cafe, including the shower. The people are more than friendly here, as they are everywhere we have been and that after a season with many tourists.
The caf was actually no longer open, we were lucky, a group of students was here and so we also got coffee and Kaneelbullar, unfortunately there was no more vaffl r, they are something in Sweden very special. We took a short walk to the sea and watched the raging waves. Unfortunately the rain didn´t stop today and now there is also a strong wind coming from the Bottn. Gulf in.


The morning after, the weather didn´t look any better either, rain was drumming on the roof and pouring down like buckets, the sea had disappeared into the fog like yesterday evening. Nevertheless, we would love to come back here anytime.
Our journey continued, back to the E4 to Timr , then on a side road to Kovland and from there on the 86 to Bispg rden, on the way we looked at the Thal ndischer Pavilljong in Utanede. A monument that commemorates the visit of the Thai King Chulalongkorn the V, who was here in 1897 on a visit to the international art and industry exhibition, visited the municipality of Ragunda.
Then we went on to Bispg rden, where we took the 87 to drive in the direction of stersund yu, we want to stand there for a few days to take a real shower, wash our clothes and open up our Otto again to bite. But above all, we know that we will get an Internet connection there so that this miserably long report can finally go out.



Hey, hey all of you,

the last report of our trip to Scandinavia comes to you with a little delay, on the one hand we have none in the first days of our existence in Germany Had the opportunity to get into the I-Net and beyond that, the writer was just a little `` sloppy ´


We are in Broddetorp on September 19, Miriam and Frank were well received as always, sat again until 9 p.m. the first evening and had fun.

Saturday we spent all sorts of bells and whistles, in the afternoon we went for a walk with Frank and Beethoven, whose real name is Rembrandt, sorry, I think that´s just funny, a dog named Rembrandt and I have him with us Called Beethoven for the first time, remembered being an artist, but I wasn´t familiar with the subject. He is better off than me, at least says Traudl and where she is right. . . . . . . . I should have recognized from this that his name is not Beethoven.
Frank had invited us to bowl and we were amazed because when we arrived he said it all takes place here in the living room. . . . . . . . . well, let´s see. . . . . was my thought, because on the way to the two of them I said to Traudl: `` As I know Frank, it´s a funny little devilry ´. But it got worse because it was a lot of fun, both of us and Miriam and Frank. It was a game that you could play on a giant screen, which of course also doubles as a television screen, and folks, if I tell you that I had sore muscles in my buttocks the next day, that´s easy Fact.
Traudl compels me to admit that I won, despite my advanced age, but only twice, should be mentioned for the sake of good order, because Miriam won the last game for the honor of the house. . . . . . . .

Sunday passed far too quickly Because the weather was once again wonderful, pure sun, blue sky, colored leaves, geese in the sky, at least 40 in number, birds of all kinds etc. etc. etc.

Here I want to go by the way Mention that we have seen a lot of deer again in the last few days, but also dead foxes and dead badgers, all beautiful animals, probably young ones, who just ran too naughty on the street. But animals also change where roads have been built and so unfortunately accidents happen again and again.

Tomorrow morning we start in the direction of Kalmar, we will make a little detour via Ljungby Bolmen, because there we know that we can refill gas and the bottle that we agree on before Days in G vle, we can leave it with Miriam and Frank until the next trip. Dirk also offered us that, but since I am naturally lazy, I hung the bottle on Frank, we should have gone to Dirk and the way to the front door is at least a meter further than with Frank. . . . . . . .

Ljungby was a complete success, both gas bottles are full and waiting to be used, and the gas freak recognized us straight away and we talked quite well as long as he filled the gas. And when I filled two bottles of gas in the spring it cost 500 nkr. because I didn´t have any more SKr. and he didn´t want to take euros, today two bottle fillings cost 300 SKr. so just half the price in May.

On the way, Between Ljungby and Kalmar we found a wonderful bathing and resting place at 25, which you could visit at any time. Even though it is next to 25, it is quite quiet there, it is a little lower and that´s probably what makes it up.
In general, we have made the experience that the rest areas, which are on busy roads, are quite quiet despite heavy traffic (Swedish heavy traffic, you have to add that). Those in the woods and bushes are now calmer than calm, because you can really hear fleas coughing.

Then the next day we drove to Kalmar to check out our exhaust, that is Otto´s. . . . . to have a look. We arrived, Martin, whom I knew from the spring, he is the boss in customer reception, came out of the office as soon as we drove into the yard. A warm welcome and a question about the desire were one thing and I said what was important to me. He looked at the matter, saw that Otto had a completely black side and said, we´ll fix that, come to the office, where he took a lesson and a piece of paper with a pen and took action, namely the measurement of the tailpipe.
Then he ordered a mechanic who came, got the job to do it and had disappeared with Otto so quickly that Traudl had trouble getting out. . . . .
We drank coffee and chatted and in less than 30 minutes Otto was back in front of the door, with an extended stainless steel end pipe and was good. . . . .

German workshops could take a slice of it, because the service that you get here in Sweden in every business that finds and that the Swedes take for granted is really unique.

A warm farewell was also part of it in the spring, and we would definitely see the promise over when we come back to Kalmar. . . . . and we were gone. But only a few meters, because it occurred to us that we had a good meal there in the grill in the spring. So after a few meters we stopped and went to eat something.

German fitters from Saxony were there to order something to eat. More bad than right, you heard that I was chatting with the owner in Swedish, but nobody asked if I would like to help and so we stayed with English for beginners.
Traudl ate a Kyklingsfile (chicken breast) with cantarell sauce (chanterelle sauce) and stekt potatis (Swedish fried potatoes, similar to Schlo kart.), I a mundane but good schnitzel with french fries.
Well fed with coffee, we moved away, towards the south.
We took the E 22 to escape Kalmar and then to go on a road without a number that led us along the east coast. Some places were checked on the way to see if you could stand still, but nothing was as we wanted it to be. . . . . . . . yes, also still choosy. . . . . we like that. Until, unfortunately, we had to get back on the E 22. But we have to move forward, home is already waiting for us. . . . . . . . grin. . . . . . . .
We then drove on the E 22 to our today´s -Platz near Karlshamn. Here we have a place that is quiet and we stand alone in a wide hallway.

On Wednesday very early, for our terms, we woke up, it was just 4:30 a.m., a short consultation and then the heating was turned on, coffee was made later and then, after that We started with breakfast and the various things that have to be done early in the morning. The goal was called Sandhammaren, a place that we knew from 2002 and that is nice to stand on, there is water and a toa, we thought until we arrived. With wise foresight we have already bunkered water in Skillinge, in the harbor and so it didn’t really affect us that there’s none left here and the toa is also locked. Oh well, we suspected something like that, because we had our experiences with places that we knew from before. . . . . . You can still have a good stand and a wonderful view for free, in abundance and pure. The weather still plays along, we have had sun for 6 days now and that all day.
I said to Traudl yesterday, either the sun should make us sad and encourage us to stay, or you can see it differently, finally they are leaving our beautiful country with their old cutter box and the sun can shine again . . . . as you can see it. . . it fits. We don´t like to go out of here and drag the days like chewing gum.
The space is occupied by 4 WOMOs, you are not allowed to stand here during the season and so the part is probably only known to a few as a parking space. Of the 4 vehicles, three are Germans and one Swede, so firmly in German hands, KI B MA are the concentration camps and we don´t like that very much, but we know a small niche here in which we have placed ourselves and can stay with the two of us for three days. . . grin. And in case we get bored, we bought 6 cans of 3.5% Swedish beer. . . . . . . . The evening came, there was no more mobile home and so we were alone again tonight. . . . . so don´t always complain immediately. . . . .

On Thursday we drove to K sebera to visit the ales stenar, the ales stenar are the largest ships in Sweden and only 9, 5 km from our pitch, so we have despite cough, runny nose, Hoarseness made this little trip and it was really worth it. The way there alone is wonderful, you have a wonderful view of the Baltic Sea and, when you are up, also of Ystad. . . . . . . Yes / Yes. . . . Many people know it, is where Wallander is up to mischief. . . . . . . �

Tomorrow in the afternoon we will go to Trelleborg, buy tickets, do some shopping and on Saturday morning a wonderful journey will finally and irrevocably come to an end. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I can´t write about it at the moment, my eyes are shiny and my throat is dry. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It was already Friday on which we decided to leave Sweden. The weather in the last few days made us want to Staying longer, but there are things that you cannot turn back, no matter how much you would like to. So we didn´t want to be tortured for another night and think about the wonderful autumn weather, we decided without further ado to take the night tour, as the afternoon tour was just leaving before our eyes. . .. . . .

And then the morning came. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Germany. . . . . . . . Almost all crazy `` would-be racing drivers ´, fog as far as you could see and that was just 20 meters. . . . . . . . So the slogan `` stop at the next rest stop ´ was issued - it came very soon and as soon as we were in Germany, I leaned our Otto against a warning beacon, which was too far into the autobahn and was just there to see at the last moment. Outside mirror in the bucket, but we´re both ok. . . . .

At noon we rolled on towards Hangelsberg to visit Gudrun and Norbert there. . . . . . . . who have already been waiting for us to come.
In the evening we ate `` typically German ´ again because we were both sooooo starved. . . . . . . . In Sweden we only had air to breathe and it conjured up about 10 kg on the ribs of both of us, so the pork knuckle with sauerkraut and puree in the evening was just life-saving. . . . . . . . . . . .
Moose steak on the next day, Sunday, a wonderful autumn walk and
Formula I were the `` work ´ that we had to do.
On Monday we took the train to Berlin and there we took the bus to a friend we wanted to visit. We had a wonderful afternoon there and in the evening drove back in the same way and then in Hangelsberg for a long time to sit and talk.
Tuesday was the day of travel in order to finally drive a very large piece to the south, so that we can soon piss our neighbors on the biscuit again.
In Plauen / Vogtland we spent the night on the autobahn and then continued the journey to Leutershausen the next morning.
In Leutershausen we visited Evi and Gottfried, who, as always, gave us a warm welcome. We kept in touch with both of them throughout the trip. In addition, Gottfried had offered us before the trip to give us advice and assistance in an emergency, if necessary he would be on site in 24 hours. Since the two of them lived in Sweden for a long time and were self-employed there, of course they speak Swedish very well, so that it would certainly have helped us if we had had a hard time.
We already had a good network of helpful people from Germany and also from Sweden and we have annoyed some with little ailments, especially at the beginning of the trip.
We spent a wonderful evening with Evi and Gottfried, although they both had a cold, ate very well and. . . . . oh how wonderful . . . . . once again drank a German wheat beer (I). . . . . . The next morning we had breakfast together for a long time before we said goodbye and made our way to Crailsheim, where Traudl´s sister lives.
We also spent an evening and almost a whole day here before we went to one of the last places to go. . . . . . . . .
We went in the direction of Edelfingen near Bad Mergentheim, where we will celebrate Rudolf´s 70th birthday, we promised that before the trip that we would be here.
We spent the night high above Herbsthausen, next to a high tower where a nice rest area is laid out. We saw that there is a brewery restaurant there and in Hohenlohischen you can usually eat quite well at such places. And we have that too. . . . . . . . . . . . We have also noticed that you cannot take a step where there is no danger of running into someone you know. . . . . . . . . We met Martin, the junior of our Rudolf and Karl with his Roswitha, who are related to Rudolf in some way. . . . . I beg your indulgence for not knowing exactly how, I abhor kinship ties. A huge surprise and amazement on both sides, we´ll all meet again in the next few days at Rudolf´s birthday party.
Unfortunately the people didn´t have time because they were sitting with a company and also drove together. Martin, however, insisted on sitting down at our table and having a short chat with us.
Most of you do not know these people, but I just found the story worth mentioning.

On the morning of Saturday we set out to finally serve our friends in Edelfingen. We then took a half-day rest there. Traudl went with me for two days to pick up apples, which got her sore muscles. Then our Otto´s turn came, the dirt of six and a half months and the soot of 24,000 km from the diesel had to go down, a huge drag for both of us, but our Otto is shining again. In addition, an area cleaning had to take place inside, we washed the carpets and carried out all kinds of other cleaning actions, of course all in the knowledge that this is also part of a long journey.
In addition, our Otto got two new front hooves, i.e. new tires on the drive wheels.
From Friday, the time to prepare for Rudolf´s birthday came, which he already had on Thursday, but the celebration did not take place until Saturday. We had a pretty good job for two days and the guests were satisfied with us. . . . . . . . . .

And at some point every story comes to an end, this travel report as well.
We would very much like to have stayed in Scandinavia longer, But as I have often written, you can´t have everything and we are grateful that we survived this trip without major damage or accident to the motorhome and without serious illness.

On Monday evening we landed safely in Mannheim and were really exhausted, after the past week with unusual work, but also satisfied because we were allowed to have a very, very nice time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We both have a wonderful time with lots of new experiences, very nice people, some known and some not known to us, wonderful landscapes and a lot of fun and joy and we want to do such a tour again, probably not that long and not so many kilometers of way anymore, but gladly with a visit to all the people we have taken dearly.

At this point we would like to thank everyone who has accompanied us in real life and in their thoughts, who have repeatedly written to us or posted in the forum.
But especially with:
Dirk
Evi and Gottfried
Gudrun and Norbert
Ingrid and Henning
Miriam and Frank
Milli and Per
Silvia and J rg
Susanne and Heiko

who stood by us in word and deed and who welcomed us like old friends, although we only knew each other for a few months, you are wonderful people. I recorded the names according to the alphabet and Lady �s first, I would not have been able to do otherwise, because everyone has done a lot for us.

But I would also like to say a big thank you to our neighbors Rose H. and Ursula and Wolfgang W. as well as our friend Klaus S. You kept our backs free, looked after our apartment very well and received us with a very nice welcome. We look forward to sitting comfortably with you in the near future and having a decent sip on and with you.

Now we will make a lot of phone calls, write some e-mails, not to forget that the booth needs to be put in order, Otto still needs a few care units etc. etc. etc.


Maybe you are waiting for a new report soon ???



The trip from July to October 2009 came to an end after three days, the chronicler tore off the quadriceps tendon on his right thigh. So one can only hope for next year

















































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