Day 5: Haug Pilgrim Hostel to Spitalen Old School House

It turns out that sleeping in a structure with a glass roof during heavy rain is not easy.  I could have dug through my (packed and almost ready to go) back pack to find my earplugs, but thought I’d probably be properly awake if I did that and it wouldn’t be worth trying to get back to sleep.  So I got up at about 5am, put on my waterproof and set off.  I figured that the  earlier I arrived the longer all my stuff would have to dry.  Plus I’d get first dibs on the bed spaces! 

The rain was pretty relentless for the first two thirds of today’s walk.  I had my hat on and my hood up.  I decided that, as I could hear bugger all over the rustle of my hood, I may as well catch up on a couple of podcasts.  I got my weekly parkrun fix by listening to With Me Now and my weekly laugh out loud dose of fun facts from No Such Thing As a Fish.  I had to turn both of them off from time to time to concentrate on where my feet needed to go.  On a day when it wasn’t constantly raining I’d have been glad of my goretex shoes as I tiptoed through the streams that crossed the path. However, the rain was streaming down my legs, being absorbed by my socks and making my feet wet anyway.  

I don’t think I saw another person the whole morning.  I did see a troll. I’d have missed it if I hadn’t chosen that point to sit and scarf down some of the seeds and raisins I’d taken from the hotel breakfast.  They were delicious,  not too sweet and still crunchy. I decided to eat them all, as once I’d popped the KT tape seal they would probably be soggy by tomorrow.

A lot of today was spent on paths with varying degrees of challenge, alongside or sometimes through water.  Lots of up and down, and densely forested.  

I crossed some precarious bridges…

…I’d blanked this one from my mind until I flicked through the photos.   And some bits looked as though a group of cadets had been given a command task to get from A to B without touching C using only a plank of wood and a wish and a prayer!  As a (so called) responsible adult I’d have told the cadets to think again! 

For considerable periods today I had no ‘phone signal at all.  It meant I didn’t get the regular Saturday morning chat notifications from various groups, but it did make me think more seriously about the Garmin satellite ‘thingy’ that my friend John was talking about in Helsinki.  I need to do a bit of research…..

At one point I passed a sign that said it was approximately 6km to today’s end point. Silly me thought, ‘Wow! I’ll be done by 11am!’  Not realising that the word ‘approximately’ was doing some heavy lifting and the trail gods decided to have a laugh.  The next 2km was up a steep rocky slope, down a precipitous stone path, through a boggy and/or under water rocky bit and repeat!  That said I was in the accommodation, showered and having a coffee by 12.05pm.  

And accommodation is something that really stands out as being different to the Spanish Caminos.  For tonight, similar to last night, I was given a code to open the key safe, and payment is by bank transfer or putting cash in a box.  This is an old school house.  I’m the room that used to be the school room as I type.  There is another large room on the ground floor with two beds, some tables and  chairs and two smaller two bed rooms upstairs.  There is a composting toilet at the bottom of the garden and an outside shower (loads of really hot water and a fabulous view) and a full kitchen.  Tonight has cost me 350NOK, but no one will know if I paid it or not, it is all done on trust!  It is quite lovely and I hope that it continues this way for a long time.  I’ve seen Albergues in Spain that would easily fit 20 beds (if not more) in a room this size.  

Day 4: Gardermeon to Haug Pilgrim Hostel

If this post appears without photos please accept my apologies.  I’m sitting outside in the bright sunshine and can barely see the screen.  I suppose I could use that, and my fat fingers as an excuse a reason for all the typos.  

Apparently it is high school graduation season.  The celebrations of which involve driving around the town, playing loud music and congregating at the 24hr McDonalds that happens to be about 50m from my bedroom window.  The party kept up all night, and the hardy survivors were demolishing their McBreakfast when I left the hotel at around 7am.  I’d made myself a pack lunch or two as, after tonight, there are no shops for a couple of days.  The breakfast buffet had whole avocados available, I’m just hoping the one I picked up ripens before I have to fly home.  I also made up a snack cup, filling a take away cup with seeds and raisins, before sealing it with KT tape.  

The first 10 or so k of today’s walk was mainly on roads or well maintained tracks.  It was gently undulating, an easy, relaxing time.  My walking poles were only used as my secret defence against oncoming vehicles.  I am convinced that vehicles give me more space if the poles are in the hand nearest tth.  At one point I passed a memorial to a young man who was executed by the Nazis during the occupation, and was very aware that, in the woods nearby, hundreds of Norwegian men had been murdered by the occupiers.  

At about 19k I stopped for coffee near Eidsvoll Mansion where the constitution of Norway was signed in 1814.  Lovely little cafe attached to a visitor centre.  As I walked in the waitress asked if I was a pilgrim.  I always feel a little self conscious as, for many, this is a serious religious undertaking, whereas I’m just here to get out of chores that need doing at home.  Anyway, I said yes, and she said that meant I could have a free hot drink!  Yay!

After that there was a lovely section along the riverside, lots of information about the paper, iron and tile industries that flourished in the past were displayed.  Then the terrain changed! I could barely see the path! In the fields the crops were waist high and in the woods the nettles and brake  threatened to take me prisoner.  

 Eidsvol is a small town that seems to span three time zones!  I passed my first ‘welcome to Eidsvol’ type sign well before I stopped for coffee and the hostel I’m staying in is just on the outskirts of the town.

I was a little nervous about tonight’s accommodation.  I thought I was booked in the ‘main house’ but my reservation had been changed to ‘the greenhouse.’  The reason being is, I assume that there is only one bed in the greenhouse house and two bunks in the house and there are two Norwegian girls staying there.  In the ‘annex’ there is a couple from Australia.  I’d had a message from the lady from Oz via Facebook discussing issues with booking, and when I walked in here today she said ‘Are you Toria?’  So, on day 4, I finally meet some other pilgrims.  

Day 3: Fjellheim Gard to Gardermeon

Three days to get back to the airport! Three days!  And I’ll tell you a secret, I wondered early on today if I would make it at all.  After a great sleep (I woke up with a body battery at 100 for the first time in months), I swept the upstairs of my little cabin, took out the rubbish and set the robot vacuum cleaner to work.  What a brilliant invention! It swept, washed and dried the floor all by itself.  I closed the door, said goodbye to the horses and rejoined the trail.

It took me 30 minutes to cover the first 1.4km! I didn’t mind stopping for the moose and calf that ran across the path about 5m in front of me - they were huge!  And I added several new bird species to my Merlin ‘life list’ but the going was TOUGH.  Up and down steep rocky sections, boggy bits and paths so narrow and overgrown I wasn’t sure they actually were paths. It was great fun, but slow going.   No confidently striding out, with my hat at a jaunty angle.  Every step was carefully considered.  A thought did flit through my mind about what would happen if I fell and broke something, but I thought it best to ignore that one!

I took a short diversion off the path to see St Olav’s Gang.  This is the cleft in the rock where St Olav’s ship, that could sail through air and water (obviously- what use is a ship that only sails through one medium?) was made.  

After a ‘tricky’ couple of miles the path got more straightforward, paths through woodland, farmland and tiny villages.  I stopped for breakfast at a convenient picnic table before carrying on.  Ullensaker Church dominated the landscape.  It was visible for miles around, and when the bells began to ring at 10.30am I heard them from about 5km away.

Lunch was a sandwich and coffee in Jessheim, a pretty little town with a good selection of shops and restaurants.  I had a WhatsApp conversation with my older daughter while eating, I told her I felt like a student as I am constantly choosing the cheapest option from the menu.  That said the sandwich was delicious.

From there is was only about 8km to today’s destination.  I passed a small lake, on the opposite side of the path was an ancient burial mound.  I couldn’t help wondering whether, if it was possible to fold that bit of land in half along the path, the mound would fill the lake.  I tell you, the sun must have been getting to me.

A little later, after more fields and farms, I looked at the map and clocked that I needed to go round a lake, so keeping the lake to my left was the plan.  That was great, but on the ‘phone screen I didn’t spot the narrow bit of land between two lakes and suddenly realised I had water on both sides of me.  Still, who doesn’t love a walk by a lake (or two)?  

I’m at an airport hotel tonight.  Which is exactly how one would imagine it to be!  I’ll be sure to make myself a packed lunch when I go to breakfast in the morning as I have my longest day so far tomorrow.

Day 2: Olavsgaard to Fjellheim Gard

The Sun is shinning and my wet clothes have dried out, all is right with the world.  A hearty hotel breakfast set me up for the day.  I followed the lead of the locals and made my self a packed lunch.  This was always my intention but I thought I would have to be quite discreet.  No one else had such qualms, plonking their Tupperware sandwich boxes on the serving counter and making mountains of sandwiches to take with them.  I contented myself with a cheese roll and a banana!

The hotel was about a mile from the trail, as I set out I spotted a couple of e-scooters near an underpass and considered hiring one to get me back on track.  Then I remembered how useless I am on wheeled things that require balance and decided that the ignominy of having to come home because I’d fallen off a scooter was too much of a risk to take. 

Today’s walk was a combination of fields, forests and small towns.  The fields and forests would have been a nightmare in yesterday’s downpours and the hilly bits were still a bit challenging today.  It was a fun walk, and I was grateful for my walking poles on several occasions when the ground beneath me proved unreliable.  

The scenery is stunning. So many vivid greens, punctuated with red and white buildings and churches that have been silhouetted against the sky. 

I wrote to a friend yesterday that I hadn’t had a conversation all day, given my failure to learn any useful Norwegian that is hardly surprising. I can recognise the sign for a dentist’s office (thanks Duolingo) but I’m hoping I won’t need one.  Today I stopped for coffee and had a chat with the waiter but I am mainly on my own.  A guest book at Frogner shows how uncrowded this trail is.  Just three people yesterday! And none for a couple of days before that.

Towards the end of today’s walk my phone started making a hell of a racket.  At first I thought it was an alarm in a nearby building.  I looked and saw this screen:

I’m grateful for Google translate for helping me work out what was going on! And for a bit of shade so that I could read the screen. Today was a relatively short day, only about 18km.  Accommodation is not as easy to find as on the Spanish Caminos so that dictates the length of my ‘working day.’  Today was a short one, which means I arrived at my destination just after noon.  It is a working farm, and it appears everyone is off working.  I’ve emailed my host and a happily sitting in the sunshine, eating my lunch and enjoying the view. We are in the middle of nowhere, which is ideal as I don’t feel compelled to rush around and do anything!

Lunch view

Day 1: Oslo to Olavsgaard

My previous adventures always seemed to involve  me leaving before dawn.  I doubt that will happen this trip! There will be no sunrise photographs, nor would I hold up much hope for any sunset ones either.  

I left Oslo at about 7.30am, having taken a photo by the kilometre marker at the site of St Halvard’s Cathedral.  The eagle eyed among you will spot that I am wearing a waterproof jacket. I hate waterproof jackets so you’d be correct that to draw the conclusion that the rain was ‘persistent!’ 

The route was not too tricky to find, an advantage of leaving in daylight, and I easily identified the point where the route split into the East and West routes and picked the correct one.  For a long time it was a pretty uninspiring walk.  I was comparing it with walking out of London via the Purley Way and then turned a corner to see Ikea!  On the official pilgrim map Ikea is listed a a possible restaurant stop.  Can you imaging the extra miles that would be involved in finding the meatballs?  And you’d end up having to find space in your back pack for the inevitable pack of tea lights you’d have managed to buy.

I stopped at a couple of churches along the way, mainly because I was intrigued by the idea of the stamps being in a lock box that could be opened with a code that had been shared in a Facebook.  It worked.  Although, given the weather, I’d much rather have been able to duck into a nice dry church.  

In homage to the Purley Way vibe of this part of the morning and because there was little other choice, I stopped at a petrol station for ‘breakfast.’  An indifferent black coffee and a cereal bar from my stash. Tomorrow I will have breakfast before I leave.

Suddenly, about 11km into the walk, I was on rocky trails surrounded by trees.  The walking was far more challenging, smooth rocks are slippery in the rain, but it was much more rewarding.  I came face to face with a roe deer.  

The weather took a turn for the worse.  The rain was torrential but I knew that the end, for today, was near.  It is a bit of a soulless, chain hotel as the nearby hostel seems to be closed this year.  On the plus side, I have a nice warm room with a lovely power shower.  Hopefully my stuff will be dry by the morning.

Hello darkness my old friend!

These really long days are weird!  According to my clever app, dusk is after midnight and dawn is before 2.30am.  I can’t quite ever be sure what time it is.  It is 5.30pm right now, but if I didn’t look at my watch I’d think it was more like 2.30pm because of the light.  Anyway, I’ve caved in and bought an eye mask in the hope of not waking up several times a night convinced it is time to get up! 

Today has been a lazy-ish day.  I made my way up to the Pilgrim Centre at the start of the trail.  I got my pilgrim passport stamp and worked out what direction I would need to set off in.  I’ll probably get a bus to the start in the morning rather than walking a mile and a half in the opposite direction just to get to the start.  

After that I played tourist. I’ll be honest and admit that I’d done very little research about Oslo and forgotten that Mumch was a long time resident, so it was a pleasant surprise to find the excellent Munch museum on my doorstep.  On my way there I found the Oslo Opera House - an amazing building where you can walk up onto the roof.  It was charming to walk past, and peep into, the windows of the costume, hair and make up departments.  

After lunch I continued my meandering, taking in the Nobel Peace Centre and the Arkershus Fortress.  My military ID got me free entry to the Resistance Museum.

I’m excited to get started tomorrow.  I think it will take me about two and a half days to walk back to where the path, sort of, draws level with the airport.  The train in last night took 20min!  

Almost at the start.

After a fun few days in Finland with friends, which included a cheeky half marathon in Helsinki yesterday morning, I made my way to Oslo.  

If I’m honest I cannot remember what planted the seed of inspiration for this jaunt.  I suspect someone sent me a link about it after reading about my Spanish Caminos.  I spent a while trying to work out how I could free up enough time in June and July to take on this trip.  At one point it seemed impossible to put rearrange everything but, as Husbando pointed out, we have no idea what lies in the future and we need to take our chances when we can.  Either that or he’s fed up of having me at home so much!  

So, what am I doing?  I’m walking the Gudbrandsdalsleden, which is one several pilgrims’ paths in Norway.  This one goes from Oslo to Trondheim.  My bag is packed.  I’m sure that I am going to get used to full daylight when I want to sleep at night.  Tomorrow is an admin day.  I will spend it visiting the Pilgrim Office here in Oslo, working out where the route starts and doing some tourist stuff.  

It would be lovely if you joined me for the journey!