Friday, December 9, 2016

The Scandinavian Adventure: Ramberg — Svolvær

(Saturday, July 5th 2014)

Today was our last day of cycling in Norway, but thankfully not our last day of bike riding as we will continue our ride in Denmark.
For the first time on this tour I woke up earlier than Solo, so it was my turn to get us our morning cups of coffee and tea. The weather was as nice as the day before, so I was looking forward to another day on our bikes.
We had battled the wind to get here some days ago, which now seemed like weeks or even months ago, and now we were spoiled with the weather and the road conditions as well. We had left the days of gravel behind us and were now riding our bikes on paved roads, making it much easier to ride.
Solo told me he had been wondering if we should have started our ride in the north, starting here on the Lofoten and traveling south. It would for sure have been an advantage to have the wind coming from behind for the section between Molde and Kristiansand…but I wonder if we would have enjoyed the days in the south as much as we did by doing them first. On the Lofoten we got spoiled, by good weather and tasty food as well as by the beautiful scenery.
I, for my part, was glad that we had the Lofoten at the end of our journey through Norway. We saved the most beautiful part of Norway for the last two days instead of leaving it behind us after the first two.

Now we were riding toward Svolvær, from where we would try to catch the ferry back to Bodø tomorrow. But first we had to get to Svolvær and enjoy another day on our bikes.

Already after no more than 10 minutes on our bikes I asked Solo for the first photo-stop, as I had spotted the Four Naved Church of Flakstad in the distance. It would for sure have been a great sight to visit, but we still had 98 kilometers ahead of us so we could not afford to take a longer stop right now.

The church of Flakstad in the background behind a colorful field. This photo is published in Lille Ulven Photography's Lofoten calendars.
Four naved chruch of Flakstad

The church of Flakstad is the second oldest church on the Lofoten, built in 1780. It is not the original church though, as an older one, built in 1480, stood in the same spot before. In 1750 Bishop Nannestad visited Flakstad and described the old church as a lower wooden building with a stone roof, which was broken in many places by storms.
The new church was built around the older one, so that it was possible to hold church service while the construction work was ongoing, and once the building was finished, the older one was taken down and the pieces of the older one that no longer were of usage were thrown out through the entrance door of the newer.
The wood for the newer church was delivered from Russia in exchange for dried cod.

It was a custom at the time to have the church tower, as in this church, in the middle of the church building. What makes the church different from other churches is its spire with the onion shaped dome, a better known shape of domes for southern Germany or Russia

Our route today followed the E10. We wouldn’t have dared to follow a European Road on the continent due to the traffic, but here we met only a few cars so it was safe for us to ride our bikes.

Looking back toward Vareid on Flakstadøya
Looking back toward Vareid on Flakstadøya

Before we left Flakstadøya, near Napp, we found a little parking spot and a path up to a viewpoint, so we used our chance to have a look back onto Flakstadøya and Vareid by climbing that path. Even though we did not climb the entire way up the mountain, we found a spot that surprised us with not only a beautiful view but also a warning sign of a nearby shooting range… Well the sign also said that the shooting would be ongoing if the red flag was raised, which we could not see…so we kind of counted on the fact that no one had forgotten to raise it…
It reminded me of the days when I had studied in Bergen. During one of my first weekends in Bergen I had decided to take a tourist tour through town and went from Bergenshus down to the Håkonshallen, to be surprised by a sign stating that this was a ”military area” yet access was allowed. I didn’t really trust my Norwegian at the time, and I cannot say that I trusted it more when I was greeted by a soldier with his gun over his shoulder…yet he confirmed that I could pass through to the Håkonshallen and actually showed me the way. Some things really don’t seem possible in other countries but Norway…

Soon we jumped back onto our bikes to continue our ride toward Vestvågøy. We weren’t entirely certain if we would be able to get over to Vestvågøy, as our route would go through the Nappstraumtunnelen, a tunnel below the surface of the sea. But at the entrance of the tunnel we could not spot any sign that it was forbidden to ride through on a bicycle, so we went through. My GPS of course was not able to tell me anything about the speed I was cycling within the tunnel, and so I did not notice that I was riding downhill and getting up to some higher speed until Solo shouted from behind that I should slow down. He had no GPS on his bike but a usual speedometer ,and so he had been able to see that we were gaining too much speed. As we made our way toward the end of the tunnel and had to climb up the road again, I noticed how steep the entrance must have been.

After the tunnel and a few more kilometers of bike ride, we came to a junction from where we could spot a smaller town. Since it had become lunch time, we thought it would be a good idea to ride to that town, even though it would mean a detour to find a cafe and have lunch there. Unfortunately once again it turned out that the town had no cafe and that we had to go to Leknes, in the opposite direction and on our route, to find one.
It wasn’t very far to Leknes, but still the signs to the town’s center were somewhat confusing. We followed the first one for a little while, but it really didn’t look like there was a town center coming, so we turned back onto the main road. When I started following the second sign a kilometer or two further down the main road, Solo thought I was following the wrong way as he hadn’t spotted the sign that I had seen. I had led us onto the wrong paths before, so for him being a little circumspect was probably just meant to protect us from ending up somewhere in the middle of nowhere. This time, though my tactic of following signs paid off and we found ourselves in the little town’s center and soon thereafter found a little cafe to have lunch at.
From Leknes there were two options to get to Svolvær: we could continue to ride on the E10 or we could, instead, start following the southern route on the 810, a smaller road. Since neither of us had been on the Lofoten before, we decided to go to the Tourist Information and ask about the road conditions and what our best option was. This way at least we would avoid being caught on another gravel path, and they could probably also tell us which one would include the nicer views.

When we learned that following the E10 would mean that we would have a chance to visit the Vikingmuseum our decision was easy made. So we returned onto our bikes and continued our ride toward Svolvær.

Unfortunately, Solo riding in front had missed out on the sign to the Vikingmuseum while I thought he had changed his mind when he saw the parking lot filled with cars. So we didn’t visit the Vikingmuseum on this ride. But I hope that I will one day have a chance to go back for another ride and then I will also go and visit the museum.

Another climb revealed a nice view over Vestvågøya, Lofoten. This photo is published in Lille Ulven Photography's Lofoten calendars.
Looking over Vestvågøya

Half way through the island of Vestvågøya we had to master another steep climb, which rewarded us with a nice view over the island.
Our ride on the Lofoten did not include as many steep climbs as other parts of our tour had done so far. So it was much easier to cover ground on the Lofoten than it had been on previous days of the ride.
Still, after 50 kilometers and almost five hours into today’s, ride we were happy to take another break at the Lofoten Touristcenter on Vestvågøya. Sitting down and enjoying a soft drink for a while gave us enough energy to continue our ride.

Soon afterward we found ourselves back on the road making our way toward Grimsøy. When we spotted the bridge that would take us from Vestvågøya over to Grimsøy, we took another short rest in a nearby parking lot because we could already see a construction site on the bridge and we wondered how we should get over on our bikes. So we waited some time until we could not see any more cars coming over the bridge or from behind us before we got back into the saddle and rode across the bridge.

Before we made it to the second bridge, crossing the Grimsøystraumen between Grimsøya and Vestvågøya, we saw two young ladies on their heavy packed bikes, who also had to cross over the same bridge. Again we decided to wait and to give them a head start. This way it would be easier for all of us to cross the bridge without fighting for the space on the road. It was a steep climb toward the top of the bridge, and I was not even sure if I would be able to make it or if I would have to get off my bike in the middle of the road and push it to the top. But I made it, slowly but securely cycling across the bridge.
Now we were not so far from today’s goal, Svolvær. We had only about 30 kilometers left of today’s ride, but it was getting late in the afternoon, so we pushed on without any longer breaks, except a short photo-stop at the Lofoten Cathedral in Kabelvåg, the capital of the Lofoten. Yet since it was already five in the evening and Solo was afraid that we would not get a room in Svolvær, we did not go inside the cathedral but decided to possibly come back in the morning of the next day.

The church was inaugrugated in 1898 and replaces an older church from 1799 which had become too small. Vågan church as it is also called is the tallest tree building north of Trondheim and has place for 1200 people.
Lofotkatedralen in Kabelvåg

We arrived in Svolvær at around 5:30p.m., after almost 9 hours on our bikes covering about 100 kilometers, the longest distance covered in a day so far. Now all that was left for the day was to find a hotel with a room for us…
This time Solo went to ask at the first hotel’s reception for a room, while I watched the bikes. I started wondering what was taking so much time until he returned to tell me that this hotel had no room available. But the receptionist had been so nice and had called all other hotels in Svolvær to see if any of them had a room left for two tired cyclists, and sure enough she had found the very last room for us…
We made our way to our new residence for the night, the last meters on our bikes for the day.

After the check-in and some definitively deserved showers for both of us, we figured to start arranging our way back by calling the NSB again. We thought to take the latest train from Bodø — since our ferry would not arrive in Bodø before 7p.m. — toward Trondheim and from there take the 7a.m. train toward Oslo. Again we hadn’t taken Norwegian cyclists into consideration. While we were able to book a place for both us and the bikes on the train to Trondheim, we would not be able to get onto the 7a.m. train from Trondheim but first the 2p.m. train…so we would have another day to spend in Trondheim.
Another obstacle was that we were supposed to pick up our train tickets at the railway station in Bodø…but that closed at 5p.m…
Well sometimes the NSB proves to be very flexible, as the person I spoke to told me that in this special case they would grant us an exception and we would get our tickets to Trondheim from the conductor on the train, but we would have to pick up the tickets for the second train at the railway station in Trondheim.

After all those arrangements were, made Solo and I decided to walk into town to find a restaurant to have dinner. The first pub-like restaurant was clearly overwhelmed by all the guests, so we soon started looking for another place for dinner, which we found in a nearby Italian place, where we actually were the only guests for the first hour…but their food was still very good.

After dinner we decided to take a walk through town and enjoy the evening light, before we called it a day and made our way back to our hotel room.

Evening sun in Svolvær
Evening sun in Svolvær

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Friday, December 2, 2016

Calendar photo of the month: December 2016

This month's calendar photo is from the Lofoten of the Narvtinden and the Sundstraumen.
The story behind this photo has been published on November 25th 2016 in this blog post: Bodø - Ramberg.
It is published in my A-formatted calendars of the Lofoten.

12_December Narvtinden on the Lofoten
Narvtinden on the Lofoten
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Friday, November 25, 2016

The Scandinavian Adventure: Bodø — Moskenes — Ramberg

(Friday, July 4th 2014)

This morning we left our hotel to get to the ferry, which would take us to Moskenes on Moskenesøya, one of the 7 Islands belonging to the Lofoten. We didn’t quite know where the ferry would leave Bodø, except of course it would leave from somewhere within the harbor and not from the railway station, so we planned to spend some time finding the right spot.

Since yesterday the weather had cleared again, and now we had the bright blue sky with some clouds and the sun again, it seemed like it would be a good day for cycling, if the weather persisted.

Bodø is placed on the 67th latitude and has been inhabited as early as in the Stone Age, 10,000 years ago. Some of the earliest living places of Norway have been found around Bodø, which is known to have good and safe fishing grounds.
In 1816 Bodø got its status as a city and is from back then remembered in the Bodøsong as housing 55 male people…
It was meant to be a merchandising ground for the export of fish from the Nordland fylke — the county of Nordland — so that Northern Norway would become less dependent on Bergen. But the city grew little in the first years — so little that the department of finance in 1850 wanted to take Bodø’s city status away again. First around 1870, with the success of fishing herring, the city started growing successfully up to 3656 citizens in 1890. The success of the fishing industry led to Bodø becoming gradually the center of administration, traffic and regional finances until on May 27th 1940 the city was bombed into ruins by the Nazi air force.
After the war Bodø had to be rebuilt from scratch, but was, with the further development of the airport in 1951 and the development of the railway in the early 1960s, able to retain its status as a main junction for the transport of goods and people. Today Bodø is the end station of the Nordlandsbanen, connecting it directly by train to Trondheim and from there to Oslo and the rest of the country. But Bodø does not have the railway station farthest in the north of Norway, this title belongs to Narvik from where the railway goes to Sweden, but it has no further direct connection to southern parts of Norway.

Harbor of Bodø. This photo is published in Lille Ulven Photography's Norway calendars.
Bodø Harbor

Originally we had intended to cycle across the Lofoten and parts of the Vesterålen to Narvik and from there take the train to Stockholm in Sweden to continue our ride, but it had turned out during the preparation that we would not be allowed to take our bikes onto the Swedish trains without prior dissemblance and packing them like one would to carry them on an airplane. This was too much of a burden for us, so we considered renting a car from Narvik for some days but that had turned out to be too expensive with a price of more than 2000 US$…
So we had changed our plans and now would only be on the Lofoten for two days to ride to Svolvær.

But first we had to get onto the ferry to take us over to Moskenes. When we arrived, the queue seemed already very long, so we made sure not to be among the last ones to enter the ferry, a plan that worked out for us.
We didn’t know at the time, but learned much later, that we were much more lucky in getting on the ferry and across to Moskenesøya on this day than we knew. Apparently, about every second ferry trip had been cancelled during the summer as the ferry had some motor troubles…

After a boat trip of 3 hours and 15 minutes we arrived in Moskenes. As two days before in Jektvik, we decided to let the cars get of the ferry and have them take the road before we started our ride.

Now the weather really had started showing off, and presented itself from its best side.
Today we had to follow the E10 across Moskenesøya toward Flakstadøya, so we had prepared ourselves for sharing the road at least with some traffic. After we had passed our first one-kilometer-long tunnel we stopped for some photos of the area.

Steffennakken This photo is published in Lille Ulven Photography's Lofoten calendars.
Steffennakken on Mosknesøya

Soon we jumped back onto our bikes, making it to the ”famous“ city of Reine — somehow the probably best known photo of the Lofoten must be taken from the Reinebringen, a hard to climb mountain. But for us there was no time to climb mountains on this tour, we weren’t equipped with the shoes for it either.
The Tourist Information of the Lofoten actually does not recommend climbing the Reinebringen even if you are properly equipped, because of its difficult accessibility and every year people who have tried have failed and either gotten seriously injured or killed on the trip, and photos of the view have been taken out of tourist brochures to not encourage people, who do not have the equipment and training, to climb the mountain. 
So we only stopped to purchase some food for lunch before getting back onto our bikes.

The traditional fishermans home — nowadays mostly used for holiday guests. This photo is taken on Lille Toppøya, a part of the Lofoten. This photo is published in Lille Ulven Photography's Lofoten calendars.
Rorbuer on Lille Toppøya

After we had taken the road around the Fjøsdalen Tunnelen, 15 kilometers into our ride, we were stopped by a construction site. The construction of a half open tunnel to protect the street and traffic from landslides had started some time earlier, which meant that the traffic was stopped for about an hour in each direction to allow the construction traffic to take the space it needed. So we were stranded and a long queue of cars built up behind us. After a while car drivers got anxious to go on and a bus driver, keen to holding his schedule, approached the construction site workers asking to open the road. But he — as everybody else — had to wait.
The road ahead of us was damaged by the construction work, with large holes and no pavement left.
Some time into this waiting game, Solo approached the construction site workers too, asking them to give us a head start as we would be slower on our bikes than the cars behind us and that would not make the car drivers more happy. Unfortunately this wasn’t possible.
Just minutes after the road had been reopened for the traffic and we had been back on our bikes, it happened what we both had feared…I crashed my bike when my rear wheel, after a double hole, did not land straight back on the path’s surface. Before I knew better I found myself on the ground and my bike on top of myself. Solo jumped down from his bike, preparing to get over to me to help me back onto my bike, fearing that I might have been trapped in the clicks of the pedals, while I was hurrying to getting back onto my bike as I feared the cars behind me would not notice in time. Thankfully the driver of the car right behind us had left us some space…or maybe we were given a head start after all?

Solo wanted to check on my injuries right away, but all I wanted was to go on and clear the road, not becoming another road block. So I told him to go on right away, hoping I hadn’t been hurt too much despite some pain in my knee. First after 2 kilometers, in front of a tunnel, we found a spot where the road was wide enough to allow us a short stop to check what had been damaged. But still I wanted us to hurry on, knowing that on the other side of the tunnel somewhere cars would be waiting eager to get onto the road.
Thankfully my bike had not been damaged and I had nothing more but a hurting scratch wound on my knee, which we took care of after having cleared that tunnel as well, and some scratches to my self-esteem.
Soon afterwards we made it over the bridge crossing the Kråkersunded to Flakstadøya, where we followed the E10 along the Sundstraumen toward the Selfjorden.

Narvtinden on the Lofoten across the Sundstraumen. This photo is published in Lille Ulven Photography's Lofoten calendars.
Narvtinden on Moskenesøya across the Sundstraumen

Except for the crash we were really spoiled today. Finally we had gotten the summer weather and were able to ride in our summer clothes without freezing, even when we took breaks, of which we took quite a few now as the Lofoten proved to be a beautiful place. Solo’s fears of it looking like Arctic Village at the border of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge in Alaska, which is pretty much placed on the same latitude as our goal today, Ramberg, proved to be wrong.
Yes, we had finally made it onto the 68˚ Northern latitude, but still the area was fertile and used for growing crops. We hadn’t reached the Norwegian tundra yet. The Lofoten — as well as most of coastal Norway — take advantage from the warm gulf stream, which not only provides some warmer water in the Northern Atlantic but makes the winters less hard than similar regions in Canada or Alaska.

In Ramberg, at the campground, Solo asked me to stop and go inside to ask if they had a cabin for us. Sure enough with this nice summer weather we could have camped in his tent again, but he wanted me to have some comfortable rest for my knee instead of bumping into him during the night, due to the restricted space in the tent.
But as so many times before they had no cabin left for us, they told us to try the next campground…where we found our room for the night.

After we had cleaned up and gotten some rest, we returned to Ramberg by bike for dinner and some after dinner photography, before finally returning to our room for the night.
Solo told me that if he had known the area to be this beautiful and this enjoyable to ride he would have wanted to ride on the Lofoten for two weeks…well maybe we would then have had to add the Vesterålen as well, but yes it was worth it so far.

Eveningsun in Ramberg. Clouds have moved in after a warm and sunny summer day to dim the sunlight just a little bit. The sun won't set at this time of the year this far north, all we will get will be a couple of hours where it is not that bright. This photo is also published in Lille Ulven Photography's Lofoten calendars as well as the German Norway calendar.
Evening sun in Ramberg

A couple of weeks after we had passed that construction site for the landslide protection tunnel, we learned that actually a landslide had happened. Thankfully nobody got killed or injured, but the only connection on land between the northern and the southern islands of the Lofoten was blocked for some time…so we had been lucky not being any later on this part of our journey.

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Friday, November 11, 2016

The Scandinavian Adventure: Furøy — Halsa — Vassdalsvik — Ørnes — Bodø

(Thursday, July 3rd 2014)

Unfortunately we woke up to a rather rainy gray sky in the morning. It wasn’t pouring down, but the clouds hung deep and some of my plans for the day had to be changed due to the weather.

I had originally thought that, with some good weather, we might have the time to put in a detour and ride our bikes toward the Svartisen Glacier (Blackice Glacier) before making our way toward Bodø. This would have required us to put in about 30 kilometers extra, but would have given me the possibility of taking photos of Norway’s second largest glacier on the mainland, which with its starting point at 20 meters over sea level is Europa’s lowest and best accessible glacier. The Svartisen Glacier has 60 tongues and covers about 370 square kilometers.
But with the restricted view of this day it was no point to go there after all.

Instead we decided to shorten our route quite drastically and only go to Halsa — the village where we bought our dinner the evening before — by bike and continue our journey toward Bodø by bus. This would have meant that we might have a chance to spot the glacier at least from the bus’s window.
We arrived on schedule at the bus stop and started waiting. Minutes passed and no bus arrived. Double checking the schedule of the bus revealed the error in our plan…we were there a day late, the bus would not leave from Halsa on a Thursday.
I knew from my original plans that there was a ferry going from Vassdalsvik — some 30 kilometers from where we were — to Ørnes from where we might again be able to catch a bus toward Bodø. But would the ferry leave on a Thursday and more importantly would it be one that we still could catch at this point?
We didn’t know. Without a free WLAN connection for my computer I had no chance to get online and find out…but then I remembered that I had saved a couple of bus and ferry schedules onto my hard disk before Solo even arrived in Norway. With a little luck this ferry’s schedule would be among them.
We were lucky, not only did I find the schedule for the ferry to Ørnes and the bus from Ørnes to Bodø, but also were they still reachable for us, even though that meant pedaling 30 kilometers to Vassdalsvik first.

Looking toward Kjeldalen
Looking toward Kjeldalen

Due to the not so nice weather and the fact that making the ferry was the key to making it to Bodø on this day, we went back on our bikes and pedaled with only two short breaks to Vassdalsvik. We had spent so much more time on other days than what we would have initially expected that we couldn’t take a chance today and spend more time on breaks.
For the first time we met other cyclists, packed with even more luggage than what we were carrying along. They were coming from Vassdalsvik, and must have gotten over from Ørnes by taking the early morning ferry. For us it felt as if they had chosen the harder ride. They had to climb the hills that we now were cruising down. Not that these were necessarily steep climbs but they were long ones.

We made it to Vassdalsvik and the ferry pier with two hours to spare. If we had hoped for a kiosk or a cafe our hopes were crushed once more. But at least we found another Venterom to wait for the ferry, which we used not only to keep from getting chilled, but also to dry our now sweaty clothes.

Looking from Hugvik toward Bjæarangen with the Hjartfjell to the left and the Motinden in the distance.
Looking from Hugvik toward Bjæarangen

The ferry ride itself was a short trip again, so we arrived without any more problems in Ørnes.

Initially we had thought to ride our bikes from Ørnes to Bodø — a ride of almost 120 kilometers — but the experience from the past couple of days had taught us that we hadn’t a really great chance to make this trip in just one day, and even the nearest campground would have been a ride of 88 kilometers, nothing you’d like to start on at 4 p.m.
So the bus to Bodø was our best option, if the bus driver was to accept our bikes on the bus…

But before we could find out about that we had to wait another 1.5 hours in Ørnes for its departure, time we spent having an early dinner or late warm lunch at the nearby pub.

Thankfully the bus driver allowed us to bring our bikes onto the bus. Since this was a long distance route, we weren’t allowed to have them in the passenger section, but actually had to get them into the luggage compartment below. It wasn’t easy to get them in there without breaking off parts, but Solo managed it, so we, as well as our bikes, got our spaces on the bus.

After arriving in Bodø a little more than two hours later, we had to find another hotel to stay at. As so often before, the first hotel we stopped at, to ask at the reception, was fully booked already. By now we feared that what happened in Trondheim and Bergen before would repeat itself, so we hadn’t too much hope when we found another hotel and I went in to ask for an available room for the night, hoping it would not break our budget if they had one.
But we were lucky, they not only had a room for us, they had it even for a reasonable good price.
Now we had pretty much everything we needed, still well fed from the earlier meal at the pub and now spoiled with comfortable beds and a bathroom en suite…

Tomorrow we would try to make our way to the Lofoten Islands…would Solo’s concerns — inspired from his earlier experiences in Alaska — about how it would look there be proven right or would we be able to actually enjoy a ride so far north?

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Friday, November 4, 2016

Calendar photo of the month: November 2016

The calendar photo of this month is from the mountain Ruapehu in the Tongariro National Park in New Zealand.
The name of the mountain means in English "Exploding hole" as it is actually an active stratovolcano of 2757 m (9177 feet) hight and is with that the highest point of the North Island (Te Ika-a-Māui) of New Zealand (Aotearoa). The area is also known from the Lord of the Rings movies as Mordor.

This photo is included in my German Neuseeland (New Zealand) calendars.

Mount Ruapehu in the Tongariro National Park in New Zealand. The name of the mountain means in English
Mt. Ruapehu (Exploding hole) - Tongariro National Park
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Friday, October 28, 2016

The Scandinavian Adventure: Flostrand — Furøy

(Wednesday, July 2nd 2014)

For some reason, I woke up early this morning. It must have been around 4a.m. Solo noticed it and told me to go back to sleep since it was still early and not time to get ready for the day’s ride yet. I cannot say that I was reluctant to that, the moss below the tent had just made the ground soft enough to sleep comfortably and I knew I had some ride ahead of me.
When it was time to get ready for my morning cup of tea Solo gently woke me up before trying to light the stove. And then he tried the lighter another time and a third time…no flame, not even enough of a flame to set the denatured ethanol on fire to warm our remaining water.
It also turned out that the idea of just going down to where we had seen the water yesterday was not that easy, unless we could somehow grow wings and fly down it was pretty much impossible.
So here we were, stranded with only a little water left and a few disgusting protein bars…

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Friday, October 21, 2016

2017 New Zealand Calendars / 2017 Neuseeland Calendar available

Calendars with photos from my New Zealand bike adventure for 2017 are now available:

English calendar:
English calendar - For more information click on the photo

German calendar (Deutscher Kalender):
Deutscher Kalender - Für mehr Informationen bitte auf das photo klicken

These calendars are available in online bookstores as well as in your local bookstore (they might not have them in the store, but will be able to order them for you). To avoid confusion: I do not sell these calendars directly.

Of course you know that there have been New Zealand calendars last year as well. For 2017 I have changed the layout and I have replaced and/or improved the photos presented in the calendars. The photo-captions are now always on the index page and the photos of the calendar pages are a little larger than the photo on the cover page. Of course the GPS coordinates are included in the captions of the photos and, in case you haven't seen it yet, you can find the story behind the New Zealand photos here on my blog too.
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