Whispering and murmuring

Most of the clouds have cleared and we are now officially in the seed area (not sure if that's how you write it). The landscape has completely changed, the tall mountains along the fjords are behind us. In front of us stretches a vast, almost treeless plain. Reindeer herds graze peacefully in the distance and occasionally they also jump by the roadside. Well, they don't really jump. Reindeer are more lazy like cows, but not as curious as them.

After numerous mountain curves, we slowly have a worrisome suspicion. I would like to mention here; yes Agnes already suspected it before Alta. The trained mechanic and technician just didn't want to admit it. Theodor whispers and groans for some days now. Until now, we dismissed the sound, which reminded us of running water, as a normal car noise. Unfortunately, it became louder and louder on the drive to Alta, and somehow it sounded like Theodor would like to play with marbles. So, we couldn't ignore the murmuring sound from the right rear anymore. Luckily, we found a covered parking garage in Alta, so we could take a look. Even then, the mechanic Fred didn't give up hope. After making some adjustments (yes, adjustments, probably expert adjustments), we continued driving. We only made it to the next rest stop. The noise was so loud that we couldn't ignore it anymore. So, we had to wait and find a workshop the next day. That's how van life is. However, if you think about it, we actually had damn luck. After all, we weren't somewhere in the sparsely populated Norwegian tundra, but in a relatively large city. We found a workshop that changed the wheel bearing for us on the same day, within about 2 hours, and even installed a good branded part (like the icing on the cake of luck). After paying the relatively expensive bill, we could continue cruising. What a stress! But those who know us surely know how we reacted: calmly drop off the car, explore Alta, and have dinner on the beach. Of course, we were worried, but overall we can consider ourselves lucky. Lucky for being here, in Norway in general and in a city in particular, lucky for everything we've experienced with Theobald the T4, and lucky for having each other (yes, cheesy, but sometimes necessary), and lucky that no matter what happens our friends and families are there for us. Ok, enough of the emotions. They're gone with the bill at the latest.