I have been looking at the posts already published about this trip, and nowhere have I actually mentioned anything about my means of transportation.. Somehow you must be a little curious. But it is pretty simple actually. To re-write the slogan “my home is my castle” just a little, I can say that “my car is my home.” In this car I was able eat, sleep, work and bring myself from place to place. Thanks Ford for making such a well functioning and proportioned car as the Mondeo is.
And with my knowledge about Norway I was prepared. As I talked about in the previous post, everything in Norway is expensive. Food, gasoline, clothing, hotels……only exception must be berries you can harvest yourself. So as for my preparations I had 110 liters of diesel in PVC canisters plus lots of food, plenty of clothes (for all seasons, just in case) mattres, quilt, pillow, and several woollen blankets (made in Norway). And never did I freeze in that car for the duration of the trip.
And as I also discovered in my earlier posts, I have not even mentioned what the trip to Lofoten was about, except that I had never been to Lofoten. But there was a purpose other than that with this idea of going up there. Since photography has been a passion and still is, it is also a way of making a living. And since I love nature and therefore also landscape photography, the Tour-de-Lofoten was about bringing some new and different photos into my archive and way of getting some fresh input. And that purpose was fullfilled in every way possible.
On the fifth day of the tour I reached the Tjeldsundbrua (Tjeldsund bridge) which is the crossing from mainland Norway into the islands that forms part of Ofoten, Sør-Troms, Vesterålen and Lofoten. Ever since you enter Norway from Bjørnfjell you are in the area called Ofoten. Once you enter the islands you will be going in and out of the first three municipalities mentioned, until you finally reach Lofoten further South. But before I crossed the bridge, I visited the cafeteria by the bridge. Quiet early in the morning, which gave me an opportunity to update my diary while the rain was pouring down outside the windows most of the time. Around noon af bus full of pensioners entered the cafeteria. Some of them asked if they could join me at the table where I sat and soon I had a conversation with and elderly lady and her husband. The whole bus load had come all the way from Hammerfest and just been to Å in Lofoten. After the visit here at the cafeteria at Tjeldsund, they were going to Kiruna in Sweden (shopping), crossing the western part of Finland and back into Norway at Kautokeino, continuing the trip to Alta and back to Hammerfest. After they left I finished my writing for the day and with several cups of coffee consumed. In Norway it is custom to get a refill when you buy coffee at a cafeteria. But here it was not one refill. It was unlimited I was told by the waitress as I wanted to pay for yet another cup after the second one had been consumed. What a service. Early afternoon I began my journey further South as the rain was still pouring down.
I have to admit that I was a little concerned about weather and temperatures when I finally reached Svolvær. The rain had stopped but, it was a strong gale force wind and the sea was absolutely unfriendly to look at. Scary and fascinating at the same time. It is always a funny feeling when you go into unknown territory, thinking that where you are going, no one else has been before and that you will be left to your own survival skills. But as I say, as long as there is road, you can believe that someone was there ahead of you. And when the first things that greets you is a supermarket and a gas station, then you are not left to yourself. What a relief. After all there was civilization. At the gas station (CircleK) i bought two cups of coffee. After driving all afternoon and nowhere to brew my own coffee in the strong wind, I was more than eager to get some coffee. I am glad i wasn’t drinking it when the girl at the counter told me the price. I know things are expensive in Noway, but 35 Norwegian Kroner for a cup of coffee with NO refill. I was numb for a while. Paralyzed. Shattered.
From Svolvær I continued driving further South on the E10 towards Leknes. But before it got to late I decided to camp near the Gimsøystraumen at the Gimsøy Bridge on Vestvågøya. Heavy clouds and occasional rain this afternoon, but a beautiful spot. Truly a spot where tourists just stopped all the time just to take pictures.