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A yacht motors in to the Oslo Fjord.
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Akker Brygge in Oslo. Those mussles are fresh.
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Akker Brygge in Oslo. Yes, the shrimp are fresh.
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A special panorama.
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Sun sets over mountains behind our village.
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Exterior of our rorbua, named Peder Lie.
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Interior of our rorbua (cabin) with inhabitant.
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The natural setting of A (prounounced awe) the village where we stayed.
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First fish. These two fine coalfish caught from the quay on our second evening.
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The view from our cabin. A boat sails handily into our little habor.
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Hello, fish.
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Look, honey, dinner. You clean them while I shower.
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In our survival suits. Needed because our Zodiac traveled over open water at 60 kph.
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Entrance to sea cave.
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Sami rock paintings. Stick figures. C.A. 3500 years old. We walked a long way in the pouring rain to see these. .
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Mouth of prehistoric cave.
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At the mouth of the cave. Rain has stopped. Thumbs up for the return journey.
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Unobstructed view from cave mouth.
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Time to go. It's been fun but.....
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Can we please go a little faster, Stig?
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A dinner guest. He wants fish guts.
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The coastal highway.
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The town of Reine as seen from the road.
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On the porch of our rurbua. Fish chowder for lunch.
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This lake of fresh water is one of many on the island. No luck with the trout though.
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The harbor in A. Our fishing boat is docked on the right, closest to the gangway.
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Sunset in downtown A.
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A traditional house in A.
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Rost and Vaeroy, the bird islands, in the distance.
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Our walk begins here.
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