Sunday July 22
This afternoon, when I was illuminating my lights on a parking in Svatholvatnet to get ready for crossing a few tunnels, I met with Anne Lise. I gave her a flyer about the cycling fundraising expedition for the Bubaque student project and we had a nice chat. She owns a cabin 200 meters higher on the mountain behind her, where the mist begins. In the summer, it can only be reached by a steep foothpad; in the winter by snow scooter via the other side of the mountain.
Anne Lise was caring for her sister’s dog, who is on holiday. She is also an amateur fisherwoman who fishes for salmon.