So it's time to fly back to Sweden. After a year on the road it's time to stop for a while. Will try to wrap up this awesome year. Try to give you a taste of how it was. God it was amazing! All of it. New Zealand, Japan, Australia, New Zealand.
It was in a cold house in small village next to Wanaka it started. Fuck I asked myself, why are you doing this??!! It was freezing inside, outside. Hole every where in the house, rooms without walls. No shower but a disgusting bathtub. We lived with a crazy cat lady but without cats. That never stopped talking. Had just left a place in the North of Sweden that I manage to fall in love with for this??
So there I was, a bit heart broken, in a shithole to house where I needed to have snow pants, a lot sweatshirts and a jacket on me inside. And a lady that never ever stop talking. Was this what I had worked my ass off for? Saved money for?
But I gave it a chance, I stayed. After a week I had found an other house. Some more friends, and slowly it started to feel like this is the place where I belong.
Had the most amazing time over there, in Wanaka. Got a lot of shitty injures but had so many incredible days on skis. Remember one of those really incredible days. It was me and my "vapendragare" (couldn't come up with any good words in English execpt "better half" but then everyone thinks we are a couple) there was new snow and like always in Wanaka, sunny! We seemed to always be the first people up the different mountainsides. Everyone was hunting us, not the other way around. We got to put down those fresh tracks all day! That's feeling is just amazing. The following days we spend backcountry with an awesome gang. The life felt so easy, we had so much fun. The feeling when you drop in to your line, hearing your friends sharing for you, giving high-fives at the bottom, laughing and hearing everyone say at the same time- let's do it again! It's just amazing.
Remember one other day, we where going to go for a climb but spend more time just playing around. Swinging around feeling like Tarzan, going on cave adventures, watching the sun go down over the mountains. That's one of those days when you just taking away the pressure of life and find your inner kid again!
Remember floating down a river at 02.00 am and watching the stars. Oh the stars over here is just amazing.
Remember all movie nights, or what was more a gang of people sleeping over each other in a couch.
Remember all road trips, climbing ice bergs, climbing mountains in the night, bonfires and marshmallows, bouldering, laughing, playing around, abseiling, challenge yourself, climbing on roofs, feeling free.
Especially remember two moments on one of our road trips...I can fill it tickle in my finger's, I look down and see the best snow of the day. I know the run will be amazing. I know how the endorphins will fill my body while I'm skiing down that mountainside. I can't help myself, even if I have no idea where we will end up, I convince everyone else to drop in. We end up needing to hike up the mountain for 2 hours in hip deep snow with the darkness as our enemy. We made it up the mountain just so we can see an incredible sunset before we need to go down before it becomes to dark.
We read the warnings outside the cave, if the water is over our waist we should not enter. We are having a discussion about what to do, we see three guys in thick wetsuits enter, swimming.. We look at each other, one in less clothes then the other. "What the heck let's go!" The water is ice cold!! The rapids is strong and in many places we need to climb the wet sides off the cave. One time I slip, I loose my hand hold and fall in the rapid, the only thing I think is "oh this will hurt" but I don't feel anything else then the coldness from the water. I feel a hand dragging me up from the water and to the side again. We laugh. It takes around 45 min to go thru the cave. The last 15 min we didn't feel our legs. We tried our best to not slip and let the current take us. It was a bit tricky but we made it out on the other side. Must have looked hilarious when we where walking one with worse balance then the other.
I stick out my thumb, holding my surfboard in the other hand, it doesn't take long before someone stops and picks me up. Takes me to one of the surfspots around Raglan. The feeling being in the water, on your surfboard, waiting for the seat to roll in. The feeling of the water pushing you, it's so powerful. The feeling of getting that good wave, getting wiped out. I love it all. In the water I feel free. Free like a way I otherwise can't feel.
I remember all those days in the Japanese powder, when it felt like you where on clouds. If there is a heaven I had found it. With my "vapendragare" we where swimming in all that amazing snow. I think it might ruin me forever. Buts that's okey. Cause just thinking about jumping over those pillows filled with powder still makes my day. We had an awesome time there, everyday was filled with endorphins when we where looking for stuff to jump from, trees to go over, places to put those turns. After that I'm definitely addicted to skiing! It's like the most powerful drug there is. It's just fills you with adrenaline, endorphins every time!
One day, where one of those rare one in Japan. It was sunny! (With always coming fresh powder it's snowing most of the time.) Me and my "vapendragare" stands on the top of the mountain. We have skied down every side execpt one. But if we go down there, will end up in the end of a road where it's like 25 k's to our village. With not having any phones in Japan our only hope would be that the small building next to the onsen (hot spring) would have a phone we could use. We looked at each other, then both of us dropped in. I could hear her laugh next to me the whole run down, I was high on endorphins. It's definitely my best run in Japan. My best days on skis that season!! And they had a phone!
I'm looking down, it's like 13-14 meters down. There I see the sea, and a small person floating around in the water. My heart beat faster and faster, I feel the panic taking over my body. Just before it happens I jump. Feel the adrenaline filing my body before I hit the water. It's in Tasmania, Australia. I'm over and visit one of my best friends I met in NZ and her boyfriend. It ends up being three weeks of playing around, going on small adventure's, trying to surf small surfboards and get some good climbing in aswell. Just having a good times with good friends, new ones and old ones. What more can a girl ask for?
It was here I understood what biking is about. The tracks are perfect, you get an amazing flow and still manages to challenge yourself just enough to be filled with adrenaline. If there is a bike heaven, I think I found it. I spend 5, 6 hours in that forest everyday. Seeking new challenges, getting better and better flow. Filling myself with more and more adrenaline! Jumping higher and higher. Going faster and faster.
Okey, let's go down. I breath in, breath out. Terrified that I will panic under water. Down there all the worries disappear. I'm met by a new world. A new world filled with colours, light and peace. I think I never felt so peaceful like when I'm diving. It's something magical about it, about be able to swim with the fishes. See what you otherwise just seen an a movie. I found myself I new activity a actively that filled my body with peace rather then adrenaline. The perfect activity to combine with the rest of my passions here in life.
It have been an amazing year. A year that have blown me away. I never had so many injuries like this year, but I never have had so much fun like this year. It's just been fucking awesome! And I'm so happy that I had the chance to spend it with the most incredible people ever. I'm so thankful that I gave it a chance, that I didn't just went back after my first experience. Cause then I would have missed the time of my life!! I will miss you New Zealand. I will miss the life on the road. But new adventure's are waiting!!