We have breakfast for 65 SEK that
the mountain station serve. The girls in the reception ask us about
Sarek, they want to know more to be able to answer all questions they
get. The old men (i.e. us) try to give some information. The bus to
Jokkmokk leave from the church, we put our luggage there. My friend lie
down on a bench and rest, while I visit others that rest on the
churchyard. It is a beautiful and peaceful place, with a frame of
birches surrounding it. I continue to a meadow nearby, looking for
flowers. I find a few for my photo collection. The man on the bench
wake up and is hungry. We walk to the restaurant in "the old shop"
where we eat a "kvikkjokkare", an hamburger wirh reindeermeat. Not bad
at all. On TV do one play table tennis in the olympic games, double
between a swedish and danish pair. The dane win.
The bus leave at one, it is us and six more that are going to Jokkmokk.
The trip cost 110SEK. The first part is a narrow road between the lake
and a stony slope. Stones that at any moment seems to fall down on the
road. As we approach Jokkmokk do the road get better. At the busstation
de we change bus to get to Åsgatan where the youth hostel i
situated. The hostel open at five, we leave our luggage on the veranda.
Nearby is the tourist office, where we ask how one get to Lars Pirak,
an artist we visited 1991. We get a map. On the way do we make a stop
at Conditori City for a coffee and yummy cake. We continue. At a
crossing do we look on the map. "Are you looking for Pirak?" do a man
shout. They must be used to tourists that is looking for him! Pirak is
nice man, and he seems to remember that my friend bought a painting
here 13 years ago. He is not very active nowadays, he do not have much
to sell. But at the "gamla
apoteket" do they sell a few things. We have a chat, he tell us that
when he was young did he thin out beets in Skåne (where we come
At the youth hostel does it take a moment to find out that our room is
booked in the name of Mannermark. My southern dialect must be difficult
to understand. We walk to Hotel Gästis, where we plan to eat. It
is closed, open lunchtime only. Instead do we eat at the China
restaurant Kowloon. A good nazigoreng, bread, and two beers. There is a
drizzle when we walk back to the hostel.