This time last year we went hiking in Norway using their mountain huts for accommodation. A lot of them have unpronounceable names as you can see from the title of this post. Having never done any wilderness hiking I was a really nervous (Edd of course didn’t think it was a big deal). Having been unable to find much information about the hikes or the DNT huts from the local turistatjon at Krossbu, I thought I would let you know the details. Continue reading “Hiking from Krossbu to Skogadalsbøen, Norway.”
The tiny archipelago of the Azores are a set of mystical islands set half way into the Atlantic. After a four and a half hour flight from Porto we catch sight. These tiny pinpricks as seen from the sky belie the grand mountains that lie beneath the ocean. They were created fifteen millennia ago by volcanos and wikipedia tells me that they are taller than Everest if measured from sea bed to tip. I will take its word.
We have become addicted to hiking.
You see, walking is really really wonderful. Especially when there aren’t any great big hills and there are lovely little towns with friendly coffee shops along the way.
My favourite places to travel to are those that aren’t well known. I love to find the secret places that only the locals know about and that are definitely off the tourist trail. Okay, so Norway is definitely on the tourist trail, at least the Fjords are, but what is going on in the rest of the country?
Having loved the first two weeks of the Camino Frances (St. Jean Pied de Port to Burgos), we returned in June to complete the final two week section from Pontferrada to Finistere. Continue reading “Camino Part II – Pontferrada to Finistere”