I am alone somewhere in the forest, I have no idea where. But instead of returning to the road I came from, I continue on the trail I turned into twenty minutes ago. Everything is still and quiet. I don’t even hear any birds. 

I pass a clear-cut area and eventually reach a dirt road. Just as I’m about to cross it, a cyclist swishes by in high speed. Watching him disappear around a bend I walk to the other side of the road. 

After another twenty minutes I reach a bigger road. A lady picks flowers near the verge. I ask her about the right direction to Halmstad. She points at the twisting road in the opposite direction. Apparently, it’s over six miles to the city. I almost regret I didn’t bring a map, but in the end I do make it back to Halmstad. I wasn’t worried, I knew I would. Even if I hadn’t met the lady I would probably have intuitively known what direction to go. After having competed in orienteering for about five years when I was younger, I feel pretty unconcerned in new areas and rarely get lost.

A few years ago I realized I have a habit of choosing new ways wherever I am. If I reach a crossing and have already walked to the left once, I turn right the next time. I recommend this approach wherever you are because your travels get much more interesting and exciting.