Varanger Arctic Kite Enduro

When our eyes half-open the light is already strong. There is no wind this morning, we shall not arrive at the sixth Check before fifteen o’clock, then we choose to leave the race here. We thread our clothes warmed inside our sleeping bags, our freezing ski boots and we compact our gears in our backpacks. A bus comes to get back five other teams forced to stop here for lack of time. We leave bitter. In the bus for Vadso our bodies warm themselves, I fall asleep.