Its not one of those places from Australia you mean to go to, it kinda just happens. We hadn’t done any research we just knew our final destination, the beautiful craggy artic outpost of the Lofoten Islands. We were in search of a wilder side of Norway.
We set off from our sunny home in Tuscany and reached Norway after 3 long days of driving. A quick stop in Oslo to refuel with some good coffee and I was served by a Kiwi halfway across the world. Back on the road along the Southern Coastline of Norway, a maze of windy roads, taking you past rocky ocean cliffs and endless fjords. Passing little towns with Norwegian flags flying at every house, summer berry stalls dotted about and even some locals on the roads with their summer skis.
In Bergen we waited for a friend to join us on the journey further North, we had only 9 days to make it to the artic circle and back. Every local we spoke to thought we were mad. One old farmer I spoke to told me we’d never be able to make the journey in such a short time, laughing he said its like driving from Italy to Norway – no worries mate.
From Bergen we headed North to Hoddevik for an afternoon surf. Hoddevik is wedged between some beautiful mountains, accessed by a windy road with a handful of hairpin bends. Getting stuck behind a tractor at the top of the road is not ideal but likely normal around here. We arrived at this wind swept beach, although incredibly scenic it was freezing.
During our 3-day dash up North for the arctic swell we passed some impressive scenery, more glaciers, more snow than we were expecting, more enchanting forests and some really remote towns. And Lofoten was nothing less, ragged coastlines and islands with small charming villages. We arrived in Unstad just as the surf was flattening and surfers were leaving – ah only a few hours too late. We were instead treated to a beautiful midnight sunset and sauna. The surf did not quite pick up as we had hoped for over the next few days, however we were more than happy to explore this landscape in all its glory.
The boys tasted some of the arctic cuisine, we watched more midnight sunsets and drank wine to keep us warm. These craggy islands were spell bounding and one day I’d love to go back to see these petite red wooden houses dusted in snow and brave these winter waves (if only from behind the lens).