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Baked or fried?
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This stream rushes down from the lake that serves the town with H20.
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A view of our friend's 'country cottage'.
It is twenty minutes from his city house.
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Elin rests by this alpine lake. It is a fair climb back down.
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Another view of the lakeside getaway. This
lake is drinkable.
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A salmon-colored band of cloud fires up the sky near midnight.
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Elin smiles as we approach a settlement reachable only by water.
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Sunlight sneaks through the arctic fog in Reine.
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A codboat docked in the Reine Fjord.
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A small settlement accessable only by boat.
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Headland of the Reine Fjord.
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Nesland. The end of the road.
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Nesland... "The Miami of the Lofotens."
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Whoa.
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Whale Beef For Sale. Get it while it lasts.
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Lots of fun to catch these feisty fellows on light gear.
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Hooked something big. Oops... I think it is planet earth.
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Elin takes a brief turn with the pole, but prefers to read.
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A Nordland boat under full sail in the harbor at A.
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Tourists enjoy a sail on a Nordland boat. Used for fishing in this region until the middle of the last century.
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Our compound: The A-Hamna Rorbuer
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Nabbed this handsome torsk on our last outing.
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The torsk made an excellent last meal.
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Feeding frenzy. Seagulls gorge on fish offal I generouslay provided.
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Arctic fog creeps over the peaks behind the town on this our last glorious day in the boat.
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