Bog land and I – whilst I can fully agree on the beaut and special vibes of the landscape, I have yet to feel the love for it. It’s ok for some while to play the floor is lava to avoid deep soggy holes, but doing it while trying to follow a bearing and keeping an eye on pace and time is damn tiring. Every now and then a hole will get you and before you manage to pull your leg out you feel the water squeezing into your boot. Sometimes it took me by such surprise that I lost my balance and was pulled to the ground by my heavy backpack, where I struggled like an upside down beetle to get back on my feet. To the giggling from my companions: Yes, as much as this trip was about navigation, bush craft and footwork skills, more remarkable in my memory was our camaraderie, that made even the strenuous parts of our adventure enjoyable. Putting up the tents in the starting rain, soaked and freezing, with not enough water to cook dinner and knowing that the next day would start with even more bog walking, because the path we hoped to be a path turned out to be non-existent, was quite testing. We made sure we’re all alright and then just laughed it away as siblings do when they’re scared at night. It works wonders. Always.
