Last week, I was hitch hiking in the north of Norway, due to a delayed train. You see, buses only depart two times a day from a small and uninteresting spot on the map called Fauske, from where trains do not bring you further north. If you do get to Narvik, the next small town, with the latest of these two buses, then you arrive after five o'clock, and then you get nowhere at all. Being stuck in Narvik is a kind of a challenge (Yes, I did it...).
Nothing else to do than to stick out my thumb. Unfortunately, some places are less friendly to hitch-hikers than others, and Fauske surely ranks on the bottom ten of such locations. Two simple minded youngsters that have found nothing better to do with their petty lives than to invest in a music maschine surrounded by a wreck of a car, actually managed to shout at me, while they speeded by. You have to feel sorry for such miserable souls.
|Bjørg Nerkvern, en herlig dame!|
|Nordlendinger av beste sort - med gode dekk! ;)|
At the ferry, after some two hours of driving, we parted. An elderly couple was first in the line, and accepted to take me in, and actually brought me all the way to a useful pickup-point where a teacher-friend from an adventure school got me in their car soon after.
This is Norway, in its finest lingerie of skycolored snow.