Today we took a bus back to the Doctor’s office and continued the walk. We walked about 14 km (9 miles) before trying to cross the river, only to find the path was closed for reconstruction. We didn’t want yet another detour so decided to go for it and just walk straight into the construction site and hopefully through it.

It worked well for a while.  We were then stopped by a guy shaking his head and pointing further on, indicating that we could not cross. I just nodded and told him as convincingly as I could (in Norwegian) that everything was OK and that we would cross the river. It seemed to work.  We walked on and managed to get ourselves over without getting wet feet or crushed limbs by the industrial machines at work.

We walked on a little further before finding shelter in a small gathering of trees. We spent some time debating whether it was best to put up our tents in the middle of the little man-made forest where there was nothing but sand on the ground, or towards a verge where there was a thin layer of grass. The latter would potentially expose us more to the strong wind but we decided it was best to pitch our tents there.

I sent off the GPS coordinates as usual, but this time from inside the tent. Although I got an ‘OK’ message that the position was sent, it later turned out that the message never arrived at the other end.

Then came the night, and the sand storm, but I’ll write about that in the next post.