Odiiiiiiiiiiin!!!

While we're already here, we thought, we might as well visit some other Scaninavian places. So we took to the road once more, westbound and DOWN! As soon as we had left the swedish lakes and woods, we came to the mountains seperating Sweden from Norway, land of the Vikings!

(That's our wee car down there...!)

We proceeded westwards, crossed the arctic circle and finally arrived at the sea! We were about 20 miles north of the arctic circle, the weather was beaful and the engine hummin' away. We thought about crossing over to the Lofotes for a while, but then decided to direct our steps to Europe's biggest malström atSaltstraumen. I have to admit it was a pretty tame thing when we were there, but it was beautiful all the same.



I hate to say that in the battle of the most amazing sceneries, Sweden didn't stand too much of a chance. It is beautiful there, lakes and woods and everything, but when you cross the border and drive west to the sea, you will find that north-west Norway looks just like north-west Scotland! Sorry, Sweden, you lose...

We were in a brilliant mood
but soon enough or tummies were rumbling and it was getting late (not dark, mind you). We drove up the coast, looking for a place to camp and eat and after some search we found just the spot. Next to a microscopically wee settlement right on the shores of some fjord, someone had installed wooden tables and places to have an open fire. We had salmon, in north west Norway, at eleven o'clock at night, which looked like this:



That night, this was our bedroom and we slept under an open sky that just would not get dark. (Ok, one of us slept in the nursery on weels, look ye here:)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww!

We watched the sun disappear just behind the horizon





while some history teacher climbed the hill in order to look sickeningly romantic

(aka Fool on the Hill)

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you:

Midnight

Next morning, we got woken by these guys:


Soon after that, we got up, had breakfast on more salmon, set the table on fire, burnt a swiss army knife by accident, washed the dishes in the freeeezing seawater, watched Eike bathing therein and generally had a good camping time.
Then we packed up and got the hell out of there, thinkin "Geezus, Norway, if only you'd give up eating whales, we could be best buddies, BY ODIN!!!!"