Monday, 9 September 2013

The Wind in the Willows

The sun is shining. The wine is cheap. And the relaxed vibes are flowing.  I'm looking forward to the coming fortnight in Portugal with David's parents. 

We've just come from a completely different fortnight; driving through the Scandinavian countryside in the back of a van with good friends. No plans, just seeing where the road took us that day and what incredible spot it landed us at in the evening to set up camp.  Norway and Sweden both have a freedom of land law, which essentially meant we could camp anywhere we liked as long as it wasn't on someone's doorstep. Easy in theory, but we quickly got used to the very best (imagine waking up to the sun rising over a still lake, which we could roll out of bed and straight into) so if we didn't find that we would keep searching. And searching. The days quickly crept by, absorbed by lazy mornings, map scanning, walks and swims. 

Norway was incredible. Vast landscapes which would dramatically change from hour to hour. Sweden had a rolling landscape; hills and farmland, and lakes. Lakes in every corner.  

"Why are you here? New Zealand is beautiful", we repeatedly were asked by confused locals.  
"Yes New Zealand is beautiful, and in a way similar to this. But this is something else", I would reply. 

We're yet to sort out our photos, but will definitely put some up shortly. It's about the only way I can do that corner of the world any justice.  And even then the photos struggle to convey the drama of it all. 

- Hana

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