The strangest place
Friday, September 15 We wake up to a sunny morning at the Kysthotell and join other travelers for the traditional rich Norwegian breakfast, which features several types of herring, coldcuts, eggs, cheeses, yogurts, and jams. Long loaves of bread are held in cloths while one saws off great slices. We're used to a little yogurt and granola in the morning with coffee, maybe some fruit, but tuck in with gusto. As a result, in a blur of what Victor might call a "madd carb fog" we take a drive arround the nearby Hadsel island, centered by impressive jagged mountains and bordered by long vistas of water and mountains shining in the sun from the neighboring islands. In the fields the sheep haven't bothered to get up yet. Yesterday we saw them lying down in the early evening. They must enjoy a long sleep in their cozy wool furs. We stop at a picnic area near a beach, where a woman is preparing breakfast outside a camper, accompanied by a watchful dog. He's cha