
The festival venue is a family farm near the small village of Dala Floda. It's a beautiful, peaceful property beside the gently flowing waters of the Vasterdalalven, and the perfect place for hosting such an event. Instead of festival tents there are huge farm buildings that have been converted into a pub, stage, dancefloor, dining area and kitchen, complete with an industrial-size

The next four days were a whirlwind of fun and frivolity. I did workshops in Capoeira - a Brazilian form of martial arts, juggling, pair acrobatics and kayaking. Most of these were conducted in Swedish, so I spent a lot of time not really knowing what was going on! Pair acrobatics (also known as adagio) is a circus skill involving balance and trust between two people while moving between various postures. My partner, Lotta, and I were a bit hopeless to begin with. We struggled to do the easy balances, and watched enviously while others seemed to perform the manouvres with ease. With perseverence we finally succeeded in standing on each others shoulders, and the thrill of accomplishing this together was something really special.

The festival motto was 'No-one remembers a coward' and it lived up to it's claim by challenging me in many ways. I was particularly looking forward to doing some paddling over the weekend and after realising that the beginners class was much too basic I thought I'd join the freestyle workshop for a bit more fun. The hole where everyone was playing looked pretty big and scary, and the rapids continued for quite a long way downstream. I didn't have the confidence to know that I'd definitely be able to roll, so I sat in the eddy going slowly round in circles as my fear and frustration mounted. I was so disappointed in myself, and finished the day feeling really depressed.

The next day my kiwi friend Clare suggested we go paddling together and I knew that I needed to give it another go. We ran the same rapids at Fanforsen and this time it was fantastic! Clare has a huge amount of energy and enthusiasm, and she gave me the encouragement I'd been lacking the day before. I comfortably paddled the harder upper section, then rolled all the way down the rocky lower section, hammering myself quite a bit. I was so proud not to pull my deck though, as I was determined to stay in my boat. By the time we got to the easy rapids at the bottom my heart was racing and I felt quite breathless. Battleworn and weary, I felt on top of the world! And to finish off a great day, I was able to watch the pros perform inspiring kayak acrobatics in the Master of Water competition.
And then it was all over. As the festival-goers made their way home on Sunday, I suddenly had no idea what to do with myself. I'd ridden 2000km and reached the halfway point of my journey, but in many ways it felt like I'd already acheived what I set out to do. I had no immediate goals and not even a vague route plan. My body felt sore and tired, but more debilitating was the complete lack of enthusiasm I felt about continuing my trip. More than anything, I just felt lonely. I rode 10km south of Dala Floda at an excrutiatingly slow pace, then gave up and made camp in a bog on the side of the road. No doubt things would seem better in the morning.
2 comments:
Been reading about your travels.Entertaining and very interesting to catch up with your journey. More please. Keep it happening!
Your diary is a great to read Jo.
What an adventure! I loved your kayaking entries. The eskimo roll is quite an achievement. The cycling sounds like a hard slog but you have had some great experiences as well. Keep it going and remember the 72 year old guy and his determination.
Best wishes Steve T.
I am in awe of your adventurous determination and your articulate account of what is indeed an exhilarating [ and sometimes painful] odyssey.
Love Fran T
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