Signs at Strand Camping Alta. Finally Skaida, today’s final station. Repparfjord Ungdomssenter Camping at Skaidi. In the rear my cabin. Meeting Paulette en Rudi (Rudi not in the picture). Before I leave this morning, the Croatian man at the reception of the campsite comes to say good bye. Photo. Good luck in the future
Tuesday August 18th 2015. Alta 29 km
At this Northern altitude still farming. Pakken silo, I haven’t seen these since months. Even a wheat field. The first one in 2 months. Arrival at Strandcamping in Alta. “My” Kroation at the reception of Alta Strandcamping View from reception to my cabin far away. Cycling to Alta center for shopping. Completely new cathedral
Monday August 17 the 2015 Gargia Fjellstue 27 km.
Another beautiful day. Cloudy. Norway at its best. I always hear about those beautiful summer days in Northern Norway, with temperatures way up in the 20 degrees C. Yes, in the sun probably. But temperature should be measured under standard conditions, and one condition is that it is measured in the shadow. Fortunately, there is a
Sunday August 16th 2015. Ascension Day. Suolovuopmi Fjellstua 18 km
The building in de middle has the sleeping rooms. Diner in the building at the right. Tosca socializing. Poodle like macho macho. Resembles Idéfix of Asterix and Obelix. All day on the road. Weather is nice. Lousy birch trees. Hardly any leaves. N Destination becomes visible. Vuolovuoppi fjellstue Today is a complicated day. Yesterday
Thursday August 13th 2015. Still Kuonovuoppi, 10 km. before Kautokeino
Always “infrastructuring” A short visit to Mikkel Bongo’s house. He was doing administration And I got Norwegian fish soup from German Manfred. Delicious! Cold. About 9 degrees C. and rather windy. Great for walking, because with this weather there are no winged animals. But I want to continue to work at my route to
Wednesday August 12th 2015. A wifi place in Kautokeino
This morning Mikkel brought me to Kautokeino again. Like yesterday, I want to go back to the local cafeteria. But the inkeeper does not want me to leave Tosca close to the cafetaria. Because yesterday someone called her about Tosca. That Tosca was sad, left alone at her leish, or that she had barked or





