Regards from a lonely camper with a howling wind as companion. It started snowing again. Inside it is so cosy warm.
Today I experienced something stranger as the weirdest fiction.
June 2012: On my first day in Russia I got totally lost in a huge forest. Late afternoon, in soaking rain, I came upon a Russian town. At a hairdresser I found a lady who could speak a few words English. She organised a bed for me with friends of her. They invited me into their home like an old friend. They laid out a feast for me which went on until long after midnight.
The next morning they gave me a small white toy rabbit as farewell gift so that I always would remember them.
On my way back from Siberia after crossing the Arctic Circle on one particular day, I was freezing on the KLR. I stopped at a roadside shop and bought a poncho to warm me up at night time. I didn’t have any space available in any of the panniers. I had to take out the white rabbit and in soaking rain I put it against the wall of the shop and left it there.
This morning on our way north to Norway we stopped at the same shop. The same lady of two years ago was still working there. I told her the story of the rabbit. Her face lit up and she started searching in a huge box. And there, after two years and two months, I got the toy rabbit back!!
Merja, thank you so much for keeping the toy rabbit as if you knew that I would come back for it! (www.antinmerja.fi)
A fairy tale with a happy ending which I had to share.
Returning to Loma-Vietonen was like getting home.
The friendship with and hospitality of Tuija and Hisky is something that I treasure dearly.
After travelling only 22 hours we got to Rovaniemi on Friday night. But boy o boy, did my bum hurt! I cannot believe that two years ago I sat for nearly 25 000 km on the KLR saddle.
A weak sun is shining with very little heat in the rays. It was cold enough for me to don beanie and scarf.
Before this journey I read an amazing book about travel in Lapland. It was written way back in 1857 by Taylor Bayard, called Northern Travel Summer and Winter Pictures of Sweden Denmark and Lapland. I quote:
“The male deer used for draft are always castrated, which operation the old Lapp women perform by slowly chewing the glands between their teeth until they are reduced to a pulp, without wounding the hide.”
And today I saw a painting in the Arktikum museum. Have a look at he lady on the bottom left corner.
Regards from Lapland!