I was probably about 10-11 years old when we got three Playmobil men on motorbikes for Christmas. It wasn’t the motorbike as such that was interesting, but it could be used to pack camping equipment and then move it from place to place. My mum had a friend who was a seamstress and from her we had a big bag of fabric scraps that we used for everything. I used them to make a tent and a sleeping bag for my Playmobil man. There were also some pieces of fleece that I thought looked like fur. I made a sleeping mat out of that. My greatest pleasure was getting everything, plus plate, cup and knife neatly packed up on that motorbike, then moving the motorbike and rider a little further and unpacking it all again to set up camp. I could spend hours doing that. And then you might wonder where I got it from. My parents never went hiking or camping with us. But I’ve been bitten by the bug for as long as I can remember. It’s probably always been in me. I think of my Playmobil man every time I unpack at night and get ready again in the morning. And I think it’s just as fun as it was back then.

It was goodbye today to my trail angel and his family when they dropped me off at the trail again. It was a really special meeting and I’m sure we will meet again. Thanks for everything, Knut, Tereza and Erik.