Strekninga mellom Arvidsjaur og Gällivare går gjennom eit bølgande landskap med langstrekte åsar og blåning bak blåning. Det er som plukka ut or eventyrboka. Vegen går som ein strek, rett fram for det meste, med l a a a a nge unna- og motbakkar. Der møtte eg ei ung kvinne på sykkel på veg opp mota. Sykkelen var tungt lasta, men ho tok seg likevel tid til å helse på dama bak rattet. Eg tykte ho hadde ei stor bør å frakte, men skjøna kvifor nokre kilometer lenger ned i lia. Der møtte eg ei ung kvinne til, men denne trona høgt på ein sykkel med berre eit hjul! Kva ville Asbjørnsen og Moe fått ut av dette?
The road between Arvidsjaur and Gällivare passes through an undulating landscape with wide streching hills, one behind the other. It is a magical scenery. The road is like a line, mostly straight, with l o o o o ng hills, up as well as down. In one of those I met a young woman, trampling up the hill on her cycle. Her cycle was heavily packed, but nevertheless, she saluted the lady behind the wheel. I thought her baggage enormous, but found out why, some kilometers down the road. There I met another young woman, but this one was towering, on just one wheel. Just wondering what Asbjornsen and Moe would have made out of this?
The road between Arvidsjaur and Gällivare passes through an undulating landscape with wide streching hills, one behind the other. It is a magical scenery. The road is like a line, mostly straight, with l o o o o ng hills, up as well as down. In one of those I met a young woman, trampling up the hill on her cycle. Her cycle was heavily packed, but nevertheless, she saluted the lady behind the wheel. I thought her baggage enormous, but found out why, some kilometers down the road. There I met another young woman, but this one was towering, on just one wheel. Just wondering what Asbjornsen and Moe would have made out of this?
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