There is a bleakness about the approach to Skarsvag, the fishing village on top of the world, that is both beguiling and intimidating. The fjords are thunder grey. 538 more words
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About to set off on the final 35 km ride to Nordkapp. I’m told it’s uphill most of the way which, bearing in mind the condition of the rear brake pads, is no bad thing… Back here at the hostel in Honningsvåg on Wednesday after a night at the cape before catching the ship south early on Thursday morning.
What a day! Horrendous weather for almost all the cycle but, well, I am in the north of Norway so I can’t complain too much. 116 more words