Down by the banks of the river

Trip Start Feb 02, 2010
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Trip End Feb 02, 2011


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Saturday, August 7, 2010

After leaving the cafe in Svolvaer we rode for a few more hours though many tunnels, a national park and a valley that reminded us both of Australia. We came across a dirt track which we followed for a kilometre or so along a river. We found a perfect camping spot under a cops of trees by the sandy beaches where the river met a fjord. We set up the tent and Felix made a fireplace complete with chimney from two pieces of old concrete drainpipe we found. There was plenty of dry drift wood for a fire and fresh water for drinking and washing.

 We cooked dinner on the fire in clouds of mosquitos then climbed into bed satisfied and tired. In the morning we woke sweltering in the tent which was in full sun. Because of the amount of mosquitos we have to keep the tent fully closed and it becomes like a sauna in there when the sun is out and no fresh breeze can flow in. We took the opportunity the Sun and a little wind offered to wash our bodies and some clothes in the river. We are only a little more than a week short of a month without sleeping in a house, having a shower or washing clothes so a chance to freshen up is much appreciated, even if it is in the chilly waters of a mountain river.

 While our clothes were hanging on a line in the sun and breeze, we went for a walk further down the dirt road. Along the way we found so many wild blueberries. We gathered handfuls and handfuls, we ate until we were so full of berries and our lips, tongues and hands were bright purple. We then went down onto the rocky shore and tried fishing but after only three casts the lure snapped off so the fishing game was over for us. We wandered further down the fjord before turning back. When we came back to a river we had crossed earlier we stopped for a while and played with the lovely smoothed rocks. 

 We made quite a tall rock tower - well Felix built it - I collected all the rocks and then we tried to build an arch, with only a very small amount of success. 

 All the while the sky was getting darker and darker with thick clouds. Thankfully they only opened after we had finished cooking and washing up. The clothes we had washed weren't dry yet, our sun we were planning to dry them with disappeared, so we were frantically trying to get as many things as possible to dry on the hot concrete pipe the fire was burning under and in. Also as we were eating a lady walked past with her dog and when we called out hello, she didn’t even look at us, then when she came back again she stopped and looked at us for ages without saying a word, then when I walked towards here to put something away she said with a deadpan face “open fire is not allowed”  then swung her hair over her shoulder and I think I heard her say as she walked away “to hell with it” in an angry, haughty voice. We were both rather offended by her nasty way and rudeness. 

 After a day’s rest we packed up again and moved on. We decided to skip Tromso and head to Sweden. But not before a little bit of shopping in a lovely town called Bogen and stopping to watch a deer with the hugest, grandest antlers happily grazing in a field by the road, not at all fussed by the passing cars. 
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