
Background information
On foot through Norway's national park: Failed! And now what?
by Arthur Gamsa und Jannik Kaiser
Arthur and Jannik are two trainee photographers. Last winter, they set off on an adventurous expedition to the north of Norway during the sports holidays. This is their travel diary.
Heading home
We almost feel at home on the train. Arthur assumes his usual train sleeping position, while Jannik skilfully fixes his mobile between his wallet and the table groove. He feels a strong urge to see reindeer after all and finds them in the Netflix series "Wild Scandinavia". After a 23-hour train journey, we reach Gothenburg in Sweden at ten in the evening.
Our connecting train to Copenhagen in Denmark doesn't leave until around seven the next morning. At the station, we prepare ourselves for the almost eight-hour involuntary stopover: we buy water, sandwiches and Swedish chocolate. Our plan to experience Gothenburg in a Saturday evening atmosphere fails because the lockers at the station are far too small and expensive. Loaded up with our rucksacks and panniers, we wander around the area surrounding the station.
Back in civilisation
Göteborg is in a party mood and the chic young people passing by punish us with disdainful looks and regular laughs, which gets on Jannik's nerves in particular. After several hours of walking along Gothenburg's party mile, we spend the last few hours before our onward journey to Denmark at the railway station. We take it in turns to watch over our mountain of luggage and sleep.
From Copenhagen, we take the train and then the ferry across the North Sea to Hamburg. We almost miss our connection there. Thanks to a tight sprint with around 50 kilos of luggage each, we reach the train door just in time and, contrary to our expectations, make the train to Zurich. It's only on the train that we realise how lucky we were: The German railway was travelling at a leisurely pace that day and so our connecting train was around 15 minutes late. Otherwise we would have been stranded in Hamburg. Thank you Deutsche Bahn.
At midnight, we finally arrive safely at Zurich main station. Our adventure is over.
Except for a few bruises from sliding around on the frozen streets of Røkland, we are in good health. But it wouldn't last long, because a few weeks later Arthur broke his leg several times while hunting for a kingfisher.
But that's another story.
All diary notes:
How Arthur and Jannik came to write about their experiences for Galaxus can be found here.
We are two photographers in training at the F+F (School of Art and Design) in Zurich.
Since we are very fascinated by nature, we are much in the mountains and forests of Switzerland on the road. Mostly with camera, tent and a gas stove in the luggage.