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The North

Honningsvåg. The first thing I learned is that I hadn't really been far north before. It took 3 hours by plane from Oslo (!) and then 3 more hours by car, until I reached the closest little city to the most northern part on the European mainland.

I spent a week in Honningsvåg. Not much really happens here, but OH MY THE NATURE. If you ever end up in Honningsvåg, promise me to go for lots of walks. Look at the houses. Look at the graveyard being completely snowed in in winter. Look at the sun, when it (finally) comes back. Look at Hurtigruten sailing in. Listen to the sea, the birds, the silence.

What a place.

I'm so glad I didn't grow up here, and at the same time I'm so jealous of the people who did.

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