I also never wrote for day 6. So here is the best I can do:
We got up with the new agreement: if you wake up between 6 and 7 you can start packing your stuff. This will wake the other person. But we both agreed that at that time you’ve had enough sleep. So this morning I started packing.
The hike was beautiful with amazing views and it’s definitely my favourite part so far. Also, the terrain was easier and we could actually look around rather than looking to the ground. Only the downhill to the lake was steep and thus for me slow.
Once at the boat crossing, the hut warden was very concerned, because there was a strong wind. Also, two French people had arrived just before us, and they paid to get the motorised boat across. The hut warden urged us to do the same. Not really knowing we agree to it. Looking back on it I think we could’ve rowed it but oh well.
We asked the guy from the boat about the timetable of the bus. Because between stages 1 and 2, there is a 30km road section and a boat. He said 11 and 13:30, but I thought there was also one at 4. With that in mind, we rushed to make it. Which was also a good decision as rain clouds were chasing us. I do like those challenges and only on the last descent to Teusajaure we had rain. Actually rain this time.
Once down, we entered the hut. There the hut warden said there would be no bus at four. In my mind already took into account that the bus might not be going. So I accepted it quickly and just started to eat my food. Donald was more committed to the 4 o’clock bus, so he needed a little bit of time to accept the situation. According to the hut warden, there would be a ferry going across at 6 pm. So with a hitch we could still get across to the start of section 2. Plus I heard that the breakfast buffet at Saltoluokta Stuga is really good.
I was still eating (the hut warden made too much pasta and meatballs so he gave it to us!! ) when a couple from Finland entered to look around. They would be driving back and they were happy to take us! What luck!! We would still be on time for the ferry.
Arriving at the jetty at 5:30. It was deserted. Bit odd. Looking at the ferry timetable, it only connects to the buses. So the next one was tomorrow at 11. Trying to call the water taxi didn’t result in any earlier crossing. So yeah. Nothing else to do than pitch the tent and chill.
There weren’t many camping spots. We found a decent one and started our typical evening routine.
Was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster that day. But sometimes you just need to deal with disappointments. It is what it is.
Zilla-in-the-wild 