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„Kongsvoll“ the guy in the outdoor equipment shop suggested. I was looking for a place of adventures to spend my last four days in Norway. Kongsvoll would give just that. It’s an area of pure wilderness reaching from a deserted train station in the valley all the way up to Snøhetta, one of Norway’s highest mountains. In the midst of this rough nature you may find the infamous muskox. An arctic beast and survivor of the last ice age. Only recently reintroduced in Norway their total population is estimated to around 300 muskoxen. They were also said to be quite dangerous. Exactly what I was looking for.

When I bought my train ticket to Kongsvoll I asked the lady at the train station about this place and whether there was a supermarket (since I had once again run out of food). The lady laughed out aloud „Kongsvoll!?, There’s nothing but a train station. If you want to buy food you gotta do it now, but the train is leaving in 10 minutes!“ Challenge accepted. I ran to the supermarket across the street and grabbed as much as I could. Not knowing what I was getting I would later be surprised what a great choice I had made. Especially with the moose salami!

Next stop: Kongsvoll! I hopped out of the train and realized why the lady at the train station had been laughing. There was literally NOTHING! I had never seen such a lonesome trainstation in my life. No cars, no houses, no people. Luckily I met two hikers after a while and asked them for directions. Before I took off they warned me not to get too close to the muskoxen: „Avoid the lonesome bulls, they get aggressive easily. Keep at least a 200m safety distance! Any closer and you should start running or climb something. Either way, you’d still be screwed since the muskox can run up to 50km/h“, they assured me.

I accompanied the hikers for the two hours, then decided to continue on my own. Not because of their fast pace (Norwegian people run like hell), but I wanted some time alone. To reflect. To enjoy nature. And to write. I sat down on a rock, had some of the Norwegian candy and relaxed into the scenery. It was sunny and although it was freezing cold I could feel the sun warming my face. It was simply beautiful!

I don’t know how much time I spent on that rock, but I had a whole lot of energy when I continued my walk. I faced my first hill and started climbing quite fast. When I reached the top I couldn’t believe my eyes: There was a muskox bull no more than 50 meters away, heading my way. I immediately dropped my bag and ran down the hill. Not a smart idea. The muskox went after me and decided to park his big muskox ass right next to my backpack. And he did not seem like leaving any time soon.

There I was stripped away from all my stuff, watching this buffalo, not knowing what to do. I checked my pockets. All I had was my knife, a lipstick and a small cellphone for emergencies. I figured I was not going to use my knife and I couldn’t think of any way the lipstick would save my life this time. So I took the phone and tried to call my dad. I did not have signal throughout most of my journey, so I was happily surprised when my father picked up the phone. He was in a meeting. „Is it urgent?“

My dad is not how you would imagine the typical business man. He grew up on a farm, knows a lot about nature and loves to spend his holidays in South Africa where he follows his biggest passion: bow hunting.
„You gotta get yourself a long stick, at least 2 meters long, to be able to protect yourself!“.
„Dad, I’m way above the tree line. There are no sticks around here!“
He told me to pick up some rocks instead. I did as I was told, always keeping an eye on the bull.
„What now?“
„Just wait until he leaves and hope that he does not attack!“

I waited. And waited. I could already picture myself spending the night without my tent and a big buffalo to cuddle and keep me warm. He left. Eventually. I really needed to cover some ground now. But just as I wanted to head on, it started to snow. Huge snowflakes. Beautiful but cold! Facedown I tried to follow the path for another hour. Putting up my tent, the cold blowing wind was working against me. And when I finally got into my sleeping bag I couldn’t sleep. Not because of the cold. Not because of the fact that I was in the middle of buffalo country. But there was also something else. A constant noise was coming from underneath my tent….

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Der Verfasser dieser Texte möchte vorerst unerkannt bleiben, nennen wir ihn doch einfach Zenon. Die spannendsten Geschichten im Leben passieren oft unerwartet, nicht geplant und vor allem dann, wenn wir Wagnisse eingehen, die nicht immer ganz erlaubt sind. littlebitillegal hält diese Momente in einer ehrlichen und authentisch Weise fest, wobei es jedem Leser selbst überlassen bleibt, über den Wahrheitsgehalt der jeweiligen Geschichten zu urteilen.

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