Day 7: Unstad, Henningsvær & Hov
Unstad Beach is one of the top scenic beaches in Lofoten, and is a top surf spot for Europe. Henningsvær has been called the "Venice of Lofoten" and boasts gorgeous views, lots of stockfish, sea eagles and diving expeditions and rock climbing nearby. Hov, another scenic beach, is well-known for its hikes, horses, and midnight golfing. Here is my entry for Day 7:
Last night we set up camp at Unstad. The view is just incredible. From our tent, we faced the ocean, with a farm to our backs. I spent quite a bit of time maneuvering the rocky shore to try out my new filter, and got some good ones of the surfers. We spent the rest of the day exploring the roads and towns nearby.
We turned into Henningsvær, where you could see rock climbers scaling cliffs from the road. We saw lots of fisherman, stockfish (everywhere) and rorbu cabins, and blue blue water. At the beach at the entrance to the town, we parked to check out the water. Andy decided to strip down and jump in - I passed on that. He said it wasn't nearly as cold as the Atlantic though.
We got lunch at a tourist center; at this point we really needed something more than what we brought and candy. It was just okay, but we really didn't know what we were eating. Mostly lamb, lamb, more lamb, maybe a bit of fish and a carrot. A 20-minute lunch cost us as much as a night out at home. At some point we decided on pizza, but where to find it was the question. We headed into Svolvær, where I spotted a "Roma cafe;" I guess "Roma" in this context was not referring to the city of Rome, but to the Romani people. Nothing against Romanis, but our dinner also sucked. So we spent a lot on crappy food today. It makes me wonder how much money we saved by bringing some of our own meals and by camping - it literally must be in the thousands.
We made camp for the night at Hov, a beach on the northern side that runs a horse ranch for riding. We decided not to do that, but we did stay up late watching the midnight sun with a couple from Northern England. We talked for a couple of hours - and the guy could easily pass for Jon Snow; in fact, both come from the same town, and they definitely share the same accent. They explained how their accents were different from other English, and Andy and I learned we have "the most American accent they ever heard." The girl was also really into photography and it was funny to hear Andy and, lets call him Jon Snow, talk about how annoying their girlfriends are with a camera. They were very nice and told us about all their plans- they're visiting the Polar Zoo, a place near Narvik where you can play with wolves- I'm going to check that out!