Previous years was one always forced to be in a hurry in order to be
in time for the bus, it left early if my memory is correct. This year does
it leave 9.45, oceans of time. The breakfast consist of the food remnants
from the hike, mixed with what we yesterday bought in the shop at the reception.
In the kitchen is a half full fuel bottle, we prepare for the flight by
emptying out our fuel into it. Somebody might get usage for it. We clean
the room, say goodbye to the siberian huskies and their humans (who has
slept in their tent), and wait for the bus. The three hours it take for
the bus to reach Gällivare feel very long. The bus stop at every place,
the landing stage, Vakkotavare, Suorva, Stora Sjöfallet, Kebnats,
even at the road crossing to Gällivare and Jokkmokk. Leaving off and
picking up people, the bus is rather full. The first thing to do in Gällivare
is to book a taxi to the airport. Then food, once again do we honour the
Chinese restaurant, a nice lunch with a conversation with our neighbours
at the next table. The coffee do we take at the nearby Åhults cafeteria,
studying the beautiful female ambulance driver and nurse that have a quick
lunch in front of us. There is still some time left to spend, this we do
at the museum in the former central school. It has of course an old classroom.
There is also an art exhibtion, which will open tomorrow, but we ask friendly
if we may enter since we are not here tomorrow. I like many of the paintings
of the local artists, e.g. Lars Pirak. I have one of him at home. Time
to walk to the taxi station.
The flight to Stockholm is as flights are, boring. The landing is the
most interesting part of a flight, since it requires more of the pilot.
We have one hour at Arlanda airport, boring as all airports are. The flight
to Stockholm is as flights are, boring. It is dark when we pass over Skåne
on the way to Sturup airport. The lights from houses and streets form interesting
patterns down there. We land at Sturup in time. Now there is a problem,
where did I park the car? I have completely forgotten it. I walk around
at the parking place for ten minutes before finding it. Stupid of me. I
drive home, carefully keeping the speed limit, one never know when an animal
will cross the road at this time of the day. Others do not care, and pass
me at high speed. My cat is luckily afraid of cars, but she is not at home
when I open the door, which makes me a bit worried. But why should I worry?
I wait for her to come in, but no cat. I call for her, but no cat appear
from the darkness. Finally do I go to bed, but I can not sleep. I lie there
listening for the sound from the cat door. The minutes pass by, slowly.
Then suddenly, bang, the cat door slam. In comes the cat. So you are back,
welcome, she say before going out in the kitchen to eat. Then she jump
up in my bed, curl up at my knees, purr for a while, and fall asleep. The
same do I.