I made my way back to stay with Tove. I got given a lift through the sea tunnel and as far as the silver shop, which I had passed on my cycle north. No need to cycle the same road twice! Then cycled via Oldderfiorden to the farm which Tove's husband runs. They have about 30 cows - dairy but there is an automatic milking system, so the cows decide when they are going to be milked. They also have some sheep. Plus go fishing, I had the most amazing king crab for tea. The families true love, however, is Liverpool football team, and they are avid supporters. They play a lot themselves as well. There is a reason for this. Until the early 1990's there was only one T. V. Channel and like in the UK the Saturday fixture was match of the day, so most people in Norway support an English team. In this case Liverpool, they have been to see them play several times. A special thank you to this family for looking after me.
The mist crept up overnight, so no more hill walking or exploring. Instead a cycle back down the hairpin bends to Honningsvag and the sun. Had just settled at a cafe when Gabriel appeared along with Francesco the Italian I had met at the campsite in Tromso. It is amazing how the day goes when chatting to friends, in the sun, overlooking the harbour. 4 pm before I knew it. Staying with Tove again on Sunday night and looking forward to the crabs I have been promised. So a bus back part of the way seemed in order (cycling North not home). However not one until Sunday morning, so cycled south to a small fishing hamlet, and asked if there was somewhere I could camp. Well they took me to a house facing the sea/fiord, owners away on holiday and I just put up my tent on their decking. Even shown by the fishermen to a shower roo...