My roadtrip from Northern Norway to Italy as a single female traveler. DAY1
Updated: Jun 28, 2020
I left Korgen in Norhtern Norway at 4:45 in the morning to get through all the road work before traffic started. Then steered my tiny car toward Trondheim. I had a cup of coffe at the Starbucks (have not been at one for years, it made my day.) Then I did some necessary last minute preparations.
I didn't notice that I had lost my bank card and after an hour the police called me asking if I had lost my card.
My first try at putting up the tent was a bit under par. Somehow I managed to put the entrance in the back of the tent and I just blew up the air mattress, put regular bedsheets and pillow and cover on it and went to sleep.
When I woke at 05:00 I was freezing, the cold from the ground was radiating through the air mattress and I was shivering. So I hurried and put everything back in the car and hoped I would pass by an open gas station where I could get my morning coffee and wash my face.
When I started my trip from my job in Korgen, far up in Northern Norway, I started my first audio book. Is there anything better than driving and listening to audiobooks? It was the first book in the Relentless series by: Karen Lynch. I must say that the worldbuilding is superb, I am really enjoying this. So I listened to the rest of the book and continued toward Trelleborg.
In the evening I arrived at Trelleborg and the Trelleborgen (Trelle fortress).
You can read about the fortress here:
Trying to find the way to where the ferry left from in the morning, I noticed a sign for the Trelleborg Viking fortress.
There had been a Viking market during the day and I totally missed it of course. It was an interesting place to visit. It really made me appreciate how old this place is. And I could imagine how it must have been to live here in this circle-fortress during that time. This was an important place during Viking times, and a good place for trade.
After my visit to Trelleborg fortress, I decided to find a nearby campground to stay at until the ferry left in the morning.
Ystad is the most southern city in Sweden and close to Trelleborg, here I found a campground to put up my tent in.
I was longing for a shower and some food, but I really had no energy to cook. I made myself some glutenfree crackerbread sandwiches with cheese and ham and just had the juice to drink. Good enough for me tonight.
Exhausted after a long drive I finally managed to put up the tent and was looking forward to a good nights rest. And since it was already near 10 pm at night I really didn't think it would be difficult to find a quiet spot.
But ... No such luck ...
Unfortunately, I had some German tent-nabours that completely ignored that there were about 10 tents where some people had traveled far and needed rest.
They could have easily walked away toward the beach or bar area or the golf course area or the walking area. But instead, they decided that it would be a great idea to play soccer outside my tent. Yelling loudly and running around made my temper flare and my blood boil.
I didn't say a thing, I just got out of bed and demonstratively dragged the whole tent across the campground as far away from them as I could possibly go.
If they didn't understand that hint they must have been complete idiots.