Tales and adventures of a Belgian lady and her fourteen furry friends
The thermometer showed -16°C when we left the hotel in Kautokeino at 10 in the morning. The temperature we were actually feeling was -23°C. It was a crisp, clear morning, everything sparkled in the sunlight. Every twig, every blade of grass, every needle on every pine tree was frozen and covered with a thick layer… Continue reading Reisadalen and a stormy crossing into Finland
A very sudden and unexpected change occurred walking towards Donnelly River Village. Up until that point, the trail traversed jarrah country. In a forest conservation area we noticed a number of large gum (marri) trees. We'd only seen a handful of big ones so far: all these forests were logged during the 19th and 20th… Continue reading Forests of the southwest: the karri, the marri and the jarrah
Lost in the Hills 