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Great, just one fall could mean the end of my expedition, because wetness and coldness begets ice. But that was the fascination of my journey. The moments when my body slowly began to warm up after the first paddle strokes were joyous dances for muscle and mind.
The twilight laying over the land for a few hours every day was a gift from the sun which gave me my motivation to carry on. The backwind, which pushed me along with the low tide, was pure relaxation. And when the clouds lightened after a long, hardwearing week and I saw the Northern Light for the first time in my life, I was just happy.
