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Not one of my greatest days at the end. After passing the airport at Froson, the rain eased, but the wind didn't. I kept my rain gear on for wind protection and was glad I did.

Froson is an island, a large one in a large lake, but getting off the island requires walking over a very long and very high bridge, and there is no pedestrian lane, just the traffic coming at you. They are pretty good at moving over or slowing down if they cannot move over, but it is still a little bit heart in mouth until one has reached the end of the bridge.

And the mistake not to make was what I did next, and I followed the waymarked pilgrim route for several more kilometres, thinking that I was getting closer to the place where I was going to stay the night, not further away. Even more embarrassing was that they had sent me quite explicit directions about how to walk about 200m further on from the end of the bridge, and not take the rather circuitous route that I eventually followed.

It was a great place to spend the night, and the next morning, I followed the road back to where I had reached the previous night. That was a little shorter when I knew I was already going to have a long day.Læs mere