We flew at low altitudes along the coast line into the Oslo Fjord before touching water again at Fornebu.
It had been cold during the night as we woke up to rime all over our sleeping bags, yet comfy as we laid there about 20m above the beach protected by the high grass.
Scandinavia at last. And the ocean. The first smell of the ocean since our journey started left a hint of home some hundred kilometres North.
Cruising the long stretch, on the train all the way through the rest of Germany and into Denmark.
The Black Forest, home to Hansel und Gretchen and other spooky Grimm tales, lied in front of us.
The night in the crib of the farmstead by the lake close to Garmisch offered us the best sleep so far on this journey. Dry, warm and complete silence except for the small river passing close by.
Innsbruck is such a cool city. Nestled in between the high Alps it is only natural that it hold the status as the Capitol of the Alps.
We glided down the valley to Innsbruck – listening to Bob Marley on the speaker – arriving just in time for a late-night sausage at a food stand down town.
A lake situated below 500m high vertical walls on most sides works as a cold air trap, which we found out early enough in the morning.
No people, no wind, no network on our phones – the mornings above 2000m these days of the year are nothing but peace and silence.
Walking through Cortina, up Val di Fanes and up to Grosse Fanesalm
Walking our brand new boot from the factory in Montebelluna back home to Oslo