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 room. Great way to spend what will probably be my last night camping.
View from my tent
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 room. Great way to spend what will probably be my last night camping.
View from my tent
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