A Long Day Northbound

12:38 PM

The hotel was good, quiet. I didn’t feel any urge to wander around, so I just stayed in the room. I could remain in the hotel for a long time since the next flight didn’t leave until 12:45 PM.

360 photo to the airport

360 photo Oslo Airport

The plane was half full, although it could also be that business class was simply empty. Had less trouble with my ears this time. The seat wasn’t exactly comfortable and I had to shift around a lot to avoid back pain.

360 photo Tromsø Airport

Tromsø is a small airport—and that with 4 hours of waiting until the next flight. I’m bored already.

The trees here are still bare and the hills are covered with snow.

6:59 PM

Pffff, 4.5 hours of waiting in a terminal where there is literally nothing to do. Well, after a certain amount of time you become more nonchalant and start feeling just like in the movie The Terminal. Half slouched, sitting/lying there, just waiting it out.

360 photo Tromsø Airport

And then suddenly it’s time. Wow, that’s a small plane—but once seated, the chair was many times better than those on Boeing planes. And the legroom… Boeing could learn something from that.

360 photo next little plane

Quite noisy though, because once again I was clever enough to sit next to the engine. Still, the clouds were high, so I could take a few nice photos.

9:04 PM

At Hammerfest Airport there was a small building. I followed the crowd, which wasn’t very smart. So I had to go through customs again and hand in the bottles I had bought.

360 photo Hammerfest Airport

There was one little shop that was about to close. Quickly bought some things, because I had to wait here for 3 hours for the next small plane.

10:59 PM

That was a packed little plane. It was on a through route and already full of people. I ended up sitting next to a man who didn’t quite have everything together. He definitely had a lot of itching. Luckily the flight only lasted 25 minutes. Too bad I didn’t have a window seat, because the view over Honningsvåg was very beautiful. Outside it was cold—3 degrees. A fleece really isn’t much in that case. A kind woman was already waiting for me with a sign “van Laer.” That was perfect. Five minutes later I was standing in front of the hostel. The woman behind the desk was a bit less enthusiastic; she had to stay open especially for me. Oh well, we’ll just keep being naïve with a smile. Make the bed and lie down. Shit—it’s still light.

360 photo room

360 photo kitchen

360 photo reception