Day 18 - At Madam Bongo's
In Kautokeino, I said goodbye to dry feet and headed off to find the trail. It felt good to be back on the trail, at least for a little while.
Suddenly, the sky opened up and it was pouring down and within minutes I was soaking wet. I had heard rumors that it was going to be a lot of water in Reisadalen (where I was heading), because of a lot of rainy days and the melting snow… My, how the rumors were true!
When it finally stopped raining, I found myself in the marshes knee-deep in water and surrounded by mosquitoes. For an hour, I stumbled on, trying not to go insane. I barely succeeded, but when I reach the mountain, my ally against the bloodsuckers was there and blew them all away. Sweat relief!
On my way down the mountain, I started coughing like crazy. I bend over, I couldn’t breath. When I after a while spat out something black, I understood: I had mosquitoes in my lungs!
What a day. I was pretty beat, so I changed my long-hike-plan and headed towards the nearest cabin: Madam Bongos Fjellstue.
Mikkel Bongo, a nice man in his early 60’s greeted me with a warm smile and showed me a cabin I could stay for the night. It was too tempting to say no, especially when a warm shower was included in the price.
I was invited into his house. Mikkel was a talkative man with a lot of fascinating stories and interests. We were watching videos he had made of owls, old pictures of his mother Madam Bongo (who passed away in 2009) drinking coffee and eating biscuits.
His house was full of small trinkets and details, all of them had their story. I felt warm, welcome and comfortable. At 10pm, I said goodnight to Mikkel and went to take a long hot shower before going to BED. So soft!
It says day 19, but it's the 18th day :)