All good things must come to an end
Wednesday, September 20 We have a ferry departure at 7am and are up at the crack of dawn, getting ready, having coffee, and looking at the beautiful view one last time, where the rising sun is a fiery orange line glowing on the dark blue horizon. By the time we reach the harbor, well in advance of our departure, we find several cars, buses, and caravans waiting in line already. N ervous about the crossing, which reportedly can be really rocky, I swallow a Dramamine. The sea is flat, however, and I go to sleep, curled up in my seat, while Oswaldo goes outside and takes a last look at the rocky silhouette of the islands. After three hours we’re ready to dock in Bodø, all passengers waiting in their vehicles. We're next to a converted school bus called Adventure Hostel On Wheels, which looks more intriguing than the other huge tour buses Bodø is a small hillside city bathed in a pale bright light from the sun and the sea. We figure out how to use the park