It took four separate flights to get Christina and myself to Lofoten in Northern Norway. So far the rain and gales have reminded us of the Isle of Man, but not the landscape. The oddly shaped island mountains which rise straight out of the sea were surely moulded by some strange mythical being. For this is the land of Giants and Trolls, humans cling to the margins resisting the elements. Their formations are pretty houses and Rorbu (fisherman's cottages) sculptured sympathetically so as not to offend the Viking Gods!There's been no kayaking so far. This is because I don't have a kayak! Nor is there any sign of where one might get one. I'm working on the problem and it would be tragic not to paddle here. It looks forbidding but irresistible at the same time. Tidal races abound as the sea surges through the narrow gaps between the multiple islands which make up Lofoten. I can see them from the shore and they are not small. Add to that the Atlantic swell and the inclement weather and solo kayaking seems fool hardy. But it has to be done.
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