Lucas is the best excuse! Instead of trudging up the steep hill to the hostel in the dark, with my huge back pack, pushchair and child, a taxi was a justifiable and mighty fine alternative. After pulling everything out of the taxi, we walked into the hostel I’d read such great things about in my Lonely Planet guide. It is run by the charismatic ” Roar ” whose rugged Norwegian fisherman looks, thick tousled hair and permanent stubble, belie the man beneath. The few words he says are worth saying; and he has the uncanny ability of knowing what is going on with you before you know yourself.
Roar told me to take a room near the dining area/lounge, so I could socialise after Lucas’s bedtime. Inspired! After the hours spent in hotel hallways waiting for Lucas to go to sleep over the previous three weeks, this, and time with my Mummy hat off, was a godsend. People missing nephews or little brothers were delighted to have Lucas to play with, and loved teaching Lucas about their languages and countries. Lucas, believed he had mastered five languages after as many days.
Lofoten has magnificent mountains, rising sharply out of the icy Arctic sea. Built on a pier, the waves lapping under the bedroom lulled us to sleep on the first night but awoke me with an adrenaline jolt during the storm the following night.
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Where was it?
Sorry! Just saw the title! Now I know where it was. I was in Norway just before the massacre this year.
Thanks Wendy. It’s so sad about the massacre:-) Have you been to Lofoten as well?
I had such a wonderful time there. I wish I had an opportunity to go back to that time in my life. Roar’s place is so incredibly unique, as are the people that have the desire to go to such places. I will, indeed, be back for an extended visit… I’m sure of it.
One day before too long, lets you, me, Lucas and Dustin meet up there again! We’ll go fishing for our dinner, gather blueberries for your blueberry pie then watch the Northern lights at night 🙂