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…

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…