Norway 2014 – 01 Tromso
This fantastic dedication is as true for a trip to fabulous Norway as it is for almost anywhere else (I sincerely hope to find the others in the group soon :)).
Norway is a disease. Incurable. For life.
Now, looking back on our just-completed fourth journey through these unearthly places, I am convinced that the reason is not in the dramatic mountains, not in the mirror waters of the fjords, not in the rainbow oblique sun and the sky whose blue can cries every photographer, not in the misty hills, ghostly at arm's length above our heads… these lands, stretched north as far as another Europe, lands of moose, peat, brown cheese and dried fish, have a magnetic force, nesting deep in the soul a constant and unfading desire to return to them, again and again; and it always feels like you're coming home.
So, three fields, the longest of which is the inner Oslo-Tromso. After a whole day at airports, in the evening we finally drive to the house on wheels, which we will call home for the next 6 days:
Tromso, for information, is the largest city in Northern Norway, with a colossal population of nearly 70,000, which does not prevent it from having an airport with the dimensions of Sofia Terminal 2.
Although it is well behind the Arctic Circle, the city has a perfectly tolerable climate to live in - not colder than Sofia in winter, but not warmer than Cherni Vrah in summer. It's to be expected we are in Norway after all.
A quick shot in motion and we rush away from human habitation, somewhere to the west.
Today we will not wander anymore, it is approaching 10 pm and we are looking to find a lay-by with a suitable view. Not that hard really…
Soon the small bay is illuminated by the setting sun.
заспиваме спокойни и с утешени най-сетне сърца.