Sometimes, you find yourself drinking hot tea with lime at midnight and watching the sun for hours over the sea, resting on a steep summit, surrounded by snowy rocks and vicious cold wind. That day, you know you are in Norway.

My watch indicates 10pm and I am still walking, wrapped in my rain jacket. I start to know the terrain and anticipates the next steps, either on melting snow fields or swamps. Armies of tiny bushes often raise from the swamp, letting me find a way around or try desperately to fight them. I am surrounded by vicious mosquitoes, maybe 100 or 200 around me when I stop.