Snowy Trondheim


On Wednesday we landed in Stockholm airport, after flying over a white land. Snow and ice covered Sweden and it was hard to believe only a day ago we had been in sunny Brazil. We stepped off the plane to an icy blast; but it wasn't long before we were back on a cozy Swedish train on our way to Borlange. We were so excited by the white cold landscape before us. By 3,30 it was dark, so we crunched up the front steps of Alistair's place in Borlange and located the key for the his stuga.


We woke up early to pack our vast mountains of gear into a vaguely transportable form and lugged it down to the train station via the bus. Once there we caught a train for 2 hours to Mora, and from there a 5 hour bus trip to Ostersund. In Ostersund it was beautiful and white with little christmas lights everywhere. We stayed in the 'train station hostel' (thank goodness there was one close!).

Early the following morning we boarded the train for Trondheim and arrived here just as the sun set at 2.45. Stig from the Wing orienteering club gave us a lift to the orienteering club cabin, up on the hill above Trondheim. The snow there is very deep, the trees are covered in white. Cross country skiers fly past our cabin on the trails that wind all over the hill and we are desperate to get some skis!


Our plan from here is to find a place to live in Trondheim and some work. Chris heads off to Dubai next week for the Abu Dhabi Challenge adventure race while I stay here and practice up on my Norwegian. As usual we are busy trying to get organised in a rush before he goes. I will keep you posted as to how it all pans out.

Ciao!
Em

Comments

Mark said…
Your photos look great! It's nice to gaze out on some pristine snow when it's cosy inside. Scotland is more about sleet and slush than actual snow. Hopefully we'll make it over to Norway to see it all in person :-)
December 18, 2008 at 4:59 AM
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