Yesterday (30th of september), after 121 days and nearly 2700km hiking and packrafting from Lindesnes, I reached the Nordkinn on a splendid autumn afternoon. It has been the hardest trip of my life, but also by far the most spectacular, rewarding and captivating one. It has been an honour to spend such a long time wandering through Europe’s wildest and most remote corners.
One has mixed feelings at the end of such an immense adventure. I am glad things went smooth and feel rather proud about my accomplishment, and must admit I am now looking forward to a shower and some other food than a daily ration of muesli, chocolate, cookies and pasta. But soon enough it will dawn on me that a most extraordinary episode of my life is over, an episode at which I will often look back with a good dose of nostalgia. But hey, let’s enjoy the moment first! I think I deserved a beer now 🙂
There are many people I have to thank and I won’t even try listing them here, but my co-walkers Joris and Fre, my parents and Elien deserve a special mention. And I thank you for your interest in my trip! It could be silent here now for a while, but tune in again later in autumn when I will start publishing a trip report and gear reviews!