Lofoten Islands

The Days were quickly getting shorter. But we still hadn't visited one of the most beautiful and famous places in Norway, no I am not talking about Bergen but the Lofoten. Chains of small islands connected by bridges. So once again we took the plane and headed north. Since it is situated in the north pole circle we were once again hoping we would see the northern lights.

Now as I said the days were shorter especially up north. So with only a good 4 hours of daylight we were determined to make the best of our days! We arrived in Bodø and from there we took the ferry to the Lofoten islands. It was a rocky ride in both literal and figurative way. I had not been feeling well the whole time but when we ended up in a little storm at sea, all my friends joined me on the cold and windy "sun"deck. All of us on the verge of throwing up. When finally after a delay of an hour we arrived in the Lofoten. I have never been this happy to get of a boat. Then we headed towards our cabin for the next few days and called it a night so we could get up nice and early to catch as much sunlight as possible the next day.

Our first destination was Henningsvær, a little fishing village comprised of several little islands connected by bridges. The village has plenty of nice views and cute little shops and cafés. Hidden between racks for drying cod, it is home to one of the strangest football pitches surrounded by mountains. Even though it was only halfway November the whole town was ready for Christmas, fairy lights everywhere on the houses, on the bridges,...

It was barely past midday and the sun was already going down. We took our lunch as the rain was poring and the wind was whistling around our car we returned to our cabin. To kill the time in the dark and while waiting for the northern lights, we watched Harry potter. Untill we gave up because it was too cloudy.

The next morning we saw the sun for the first time since we left Oslo, the sky was clear and it gave us a beautiful sunrise. We were headed south to another fishing village called Nusfjord. It is one of the oldest preserved fishing villages. It is not permanently inhabited anymore but you can rent a traditional fisherman's cottage. This is also the place where I fell in love with Norwegian waffles, nom nom. (no worries Belgian waffles, you're still my one true love) We ended our day on the beach, Ramberg.

Our next day was dedicated to spotting whales and orca's. As we once again headed south along the coast to the villages Reine and Å (best name for a village ever I know!) But no succes on this part the orca's weren't feeling like showing up. In the evening we were however a bit luckier as for the first time it wasn't cloudy and we were able to see the northern lights.

On our last day we decided to go for a hike, we had been sitting in the car for a few days in a row, now it was time to stretch our legs. On our hike there was no time for slouching because we had to return before we ran out of daylight. This was harder than we hoped, sine it had been raining the last few days (of course!) and the path was very muddy and slippery. I would be lying if I told you I didn't fell down at least a couple of times but in the end the view was worth it and we could end our trip sattisfied.