To (and in) Hammerfest (2358)
Hammerfest is not a gathering of hardware enthusiasts, but the northernmost town in the world.
As a naval conscript from Austria, Angelika's maternal grandfather was posted here for six years in WW2 and, having known this all her life, she wanted to see the place.
We had a fabulous ride here from Kautokeino yesterday. Tundra, Alpine hills, dying birch forests, Scottish highland-like heaths, fjord coastline (oh, those fjord coastal roads!) and constantly changing microclimates; balmy in the sun, freezing out of it.
To prepare for the journey, I adjusted the chain tension, added a little air to the rear tyre, lubed the chain, and checked the oil. The maintenance course is bearing fruit.
|Road to Hammerfest|
En route, we avoided deer.
When we went out for dinner I took my gilet knowing it would be cold when the sun went down (it's surprisingly warm here when the sun shines). I forgot that it doesn't. Go down. The sun, that is.
|HF high street|
The view from above the town is lovely.
|Walking home last eve|
Did we mention Nordkapp? There tomorrow. Might be cold. 🤨
|The view :)|
Looks very beautiful. Wish I could see those fjord coastal roads...one day! Angelika looks very happy, such a lovely photo. Love to you both xReplyDelete
Your appreciation of the fjords is noted (Slartibartfast).ReplyDelete
So you're nearly at the start! You've made it this far...
Actually I'm intensely jealous, never having been further north than Akureyri in Iceland.
Once you get to Nordkapp, don't forget that the general direction is south...