Märät käpälät / Wet feet
Usually the route was well marked. Sometimes I asked, and all people were kind and helped. Occasionally there was a crossroad without signs and I had to guess. One kilometer later I started to hesitate, show wanderers far on the other road and decided to go through the fields. Of coarse I found very wet places.
In the hostel the elegant lade told that there was no place to dry shoes and the drying machine only could be used if the laundry was washed in their own washing machine. After a few hours I had dry shoes – surely the cleanest in the hostel.
