Advance payment
Thursday Sept. 14 - afternoon and evening It has been my experience that you have to pay in advance for good things to happen to you. Thus it is today, after a remorseful SAS person lets us wait for our flight to Narvik in the comfort of the executive lounge. The subsequent flight is less than two hours, filled to the brim with other passengers stranded by the strike. As we begin our descent, we see the Lofoten Islands shimmering in the sunshine, and we know our luck has turned. We get a cool nail-polish-red Peugeot, with a registration plate that starts with ZA (for Zaffy 🐺) - another good sign, and we're off on our two hour drive to the Vesterålen Kysthotell. The sun is as strong as on Easter Island - if you happen to look at it directly, black spots dance behind your eyelids for a long time - and view after view compel us to stop and take photos, while huge trucks shudder by, way too close, on the two-line highway. We drive through Sortland, where my great-grandmoth