Leaving Sundsvall

In the space of a few hours, I went from thinking that I would be rejoined with my luggage later today, to realizing nothing of the sort would happen.

This news came in discrete little packages from different people, none of whom seemed to have the full picture, or at least be able to explain it simply. It's even difficult for me, trying to recount this the next day, to recall the exact sequence of phone calls and their content.

What became clear was that one, not both, bags was on its way to Ostersund and would be delivered from there to a place of my choosing. This is itself a dilemma because I am not staying in hotels, but one night will be in a hut on someone's farm, and I would rather not have it getting to the wrong place.

Next came the call from someone in Abu Dhabi wanting to know what I wanted to do with my bag now that it had been returned there from Paris. At least that explained why the woman in Ostersund only had the one bag. At least he understood that it needed to get back onto its orginal routing, and be sent to Arlanda, where it could then be sent on to me.

The result is that I now have a far larger backpack, a size thought I would never carry again. I took the bus to the Pilgrim Centre at Selangar, and started walking. That's all grist for a later entry!Læs mere