The length of spectacular Norway on foot – Norge på Langs

It's not even five in the morning and the sun is still below the horizon. The intense red of dawn indicates a sunny day and the birds are chirping happily. Big, hot tears roll down my cheeks. What have I gotten myself into?



I'm standing at Lindesnes Fyr, a lighthouse on Norway's southernmost mainland… read more

After a week I stand on a hiking trail for the first time. I'm so happy to be off the road. I've already run further than I've ever walked in one go and I'm a little proud of it.



But the swampy terrain of the Austheiane quickly brings me back to earth. I'm slower than I thought and the stages between… read more

In the following days, my path leads me over the largest plateau in Europe. The road conditions here are much better than in the Austheiane and wind and rain keep whistling around my ears - just typical Norway. That's what I had in mind leading up to the tour. I let go of the pressure to go faster and… read more

In southern Norway I rarely follow a direct line north. In order to stay on the hiking trails and avoid the regions where there is still too much snow for hiking, I work my way forward in a zigzag course.



I walk through part of Skarvheimen and then Jotunheimen. In the Langsua National Park I am surprised… read more

Only a few days later, the temperatures climbed to over 20 degrees. As I make my way to the Rondane – accompanied on this piece by my friend Olli – summer is suddenly here. We use the nice weather for long breaks in the sun and baths in ice-cold rivers. In the evening we sit around the campfire in front… read more

After ten short daily stages with Olli, it's time to say goodbye and I can continue on my own. I'm learning that there's a difference between being alone and loneliness because although I'm on my own again now, I'm fine with myself and rarely feel lonely.



As I stand above the mining town of Røros and… read more

My friend Laura accompanies me from Meråker. Ahead of us is an almost two-week stage through the Blåfjella-Skjækerfjella National Park. With no markings and no well-trodden paths, we have to find our own way here. It is my longest stage so far without aftercare and the backpack is correspondingly heavy… read more

The three of us keep walking and after a short stretch of road and the first rainy day in weeks we reach Røyrvik. From there we head into the wild and also pathless Børgefjell.



Up here you can tell that the warm season is short-lived. While I find spring bloomers, which I last saw in the Hardangervidda… read more

A few days later we enter the long-distance hiking trail Nordlandsruta. But the joy of marked hiking trails is short-lived. The markings are sparse, the paths partly overgrown and the stages, thanks to constant steep ascents and descents, are demanding. Here we meet Marius, who has the same goal and… read more

Following the Swedish border, the path leads us further north. In my mind, I keep going through the daily stages and kilometers of the section ahead of us. I'm putting myself under a lot of pressure, because in about two weeks Olli will be waiting for me at Akkajaure, a large lake in Sweden. Until then… read more

We reach the small town of Sulitjelma and after a rainy rest day we head towards the Swedish border. When we have the first climb behind us, the clouds clear and reveal the view of the snow-covered mountains around us. It's not the bits of snow you find here and there all year round. It snowed last night… read more

In Abisko we meet the rest of the group and continue walking together. You can tell that we are now back in Norway. The paths are narrower and less well-trodden, and the first hut where we spend the night can hardly be surpassed in terms of comfort. From here you can still see the large lake Tornetr… read more

Whether you can hike Norge på Langs in one season is also a matter of luck and I was just unlucky. The first onset of winter came much earlier than usual this year and I realize that my tour could end any day now. As I continue my way from the Gappohytta, I try to consciously enjoy the landscape around… read more

It's raining as I set off after a rest day in Alta. In a few days I will be standing at the North Cape and at the moment I only feel sadness about it. I escape into my memories of all the beautiful moments of the last few months, because my path now leads me back along the road. With the constant rainy… read more