Unwillingly we are leaving the North. I´ll miss the white nights, golden light and crystalline blue waters. We are breaking the looong journey southwards in Dovrefjell mountains. This is where we were hiking two years ago, following St. Olaf´s Pilgrimage. Under the heavy sky I am taking in again the rough beauty of Dovrefjell. It´s like meeting an old untalkative friend.
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| U Hjerkinnu // Near Hjerkinn |
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| Osamělé stavení s porostlé travou // Solitary shepherd´s house covered with grass |
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| Vzpomínky na předloňské putování // Memmories of Pilgrimage 2 years ago |



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