The first glimpse
I've walked, climbed and slept in ancient ruins while hiking the Inca Trail, a path of an ancient tribe that once worshipped the sun moon and the stars. Six days later completely exhausted but excited to see the first glimpse of the lost city of Machu Picchu.
On the way to Machu Picchu
Humbled by his Creation
It's too early 3.00 am in the little town of Stavanger, wake up the moss is slippery, scree boulders as I hike up to Preikestolen in the dark. For hours step by step along the mountain ridge, come stand with me among the white clouds to see the sunrise and the glistening Fjords bellow.
5th October 2019