But what happened to Uashee the dog? And Mila the Arctic Queen? And Kim the Super Arctic Hero? Are they still alive after going Into the Wild at Skoganvarre? The day they left, without satellite phone, the tracer and real maps...and only four pulks full of food. Plus a GPS and a great sense of direction (follow the reindeer track when Uashee runs away - only to come back by herself after a few hours and hiding behind the pulks so they could still look for her like idiots).
And actually: did they ever wake up in the morning... without Manka’s singing instead of alarm clock??.... was difficult, the harsh time came to them...but Uashee's solo adventures kept the mind alert though, and her colourful sock attire kept the spirit high!
Finally they managed to wake up sometimes... to ski through amazing, unforgettable, magnifique, inhospitable, fantastisch, white, windy, calm, sunny, veldig pen, stormy, silent, frosty, krasny ,noisy, beautiful, scorching and zajebisty Finnmark's landscape.....
sometimes with a little help .. or maybe just once with military assistance…
But what is the story anyway? Has anything exciting happened??? Yes! They saw reindeers once! And once, they didn't have porridge for breakfast, but pasta!!! And what's more, Mila once burned the porridge... Kim got mad, and threw a spoon at her, but Uashee was faster… she jumped with grace in her colourful socks to catch the spoon... and barked: “Common guys.... no war… peace.... peace and warm...” – she smiled.
After that small accident, all was fine… until they were having lunch one fine day, on a high-speed skidoo track and a policeman arrived... what will he tell them? will they be deported? what wrong did they do? should they hide the absinthe? no-one will ever know, since their smell deterred the policeman from anything more than a short polite wave from his speeding Arctic Cat at a respectable distance before disappearing to hunt the real criminals in the wild... the smell of Kim's socks (Mila likens that to dead animals, wonder why) saved the three … once again Kim- the Arctic Hero saved them all from troubles... uff... now Mila can start to appreciate the smell...
after countless days of sleeping, eating, skiing and storm shitting, after getting frostbites on their beautiful asses.... they have reached some Civilization... the Hut... the Hut near the lake of the Drowned Sea Turtle... they entered it... and what they saw was a… normal hut… with nothing special in it... they turned on the radio and heard some Sami voices... “Hm... the time has changed...”- said Kim, “And terrorism is still alive and kicking... “- added Mila. “Just like me!”- barked Uashee... They couldn't stay there longer than just for lunch... wanted to escape from this madness... and dirt... human smell (because by this time they preferred smell of dead animal= Kim's sock) ... they wanted to escape to their pure landscapes, pure arctic simple life… with eating, sleeping, skiing and shitting...
But all fun-tastic things have an end, and one fine day our Arctic Travelers reached a road... with cars, skidoos and human people... but what now? one pulk, two pulks, three pulks, four pulks...Uashee the Dog...two pairs of skis...tons of nut-bags, Kim's socks and other pieces of non-acceptable bio-weapons... well, this is Norway and within an hour several cars were fighting for the privilege to take the bunch to Alta... “Pick me! Pick me!”- they were begging. After another hour left beside the
20 hours later... they were mobile again... distributed across bus and cars... they reached Tromsø later that day... took a shower, taste vegetables and fruits... reached the zen mind for that day... and continued on the short drive of 1700 km, through amazing, unforgetable, magnifique, inhospitable, fantastisch, white, windy, calm, sunny, veldig pen, stormy, silent, frosty, krasny, noisy, beautiful, scorching, and zajebiste Norwegian Coast to Drammen.....to live happily ever after...
Dr Smith & Mr Jones