After a not-so-quick stop at the gift shop "She Who Must Never, Under Any Circumstances Be Named" and I joined the rest of our tour group for a journey back to Henningsvag through a bleak and barren landscape.
Bidding farewell to the sea cliffs of Nordkapp...
We stopped at a small tourist trap run by local Sammi nomads. Fortunately, nobody was home [our guide explained that it was the season for herding reindeer and the owners were otherwise occupied] but we had a photo opportunity nonetheless. Here's a Sammi version of the teepee, a perfect mobile shelter for people who [like America's plains Indians] follow the herds in their seasonal migrations.
Fish drying racks were ubiquitous, emphasizing the importance of fishing to the local economy.
I kept thinking how lonely life must be in such a bleak environment.
Cabins rented out to tourists who want to be really, really alone.
Re-entering Henningsvag.
The waterfront at Henningsvag. Note the snow barriers on the top of the cliffs, needed to prevent avalanches, and the large flock of sea gulls haunting the fish-processing center.
Then, as the sun set, we once again boarded our ship and set off again on the high seas, this time heading east.
Bidding farewell to the sea cliffs of Nordkapp...
We stopped at a small tourist trap run by local Sammi nomads. Fortunately, nobody was home [our guide explained that it was the season for herding reindeer and the owners were otherwise occupied] but we had a photo opportunity nonetheless. Here's a Sammi version of the teepee, a perfect mobile shelter for people who [like America's plains Indians] follow the herds in their seasonal migrations.
Fish drying racks were ubiquitous, emphasizing the importance of fishing to the local economy.
I kept thinking how lonely life must be in such a bleak environment.
Cabins rented out to tourists who want to be really, really alone.
Re-entering Henningsvag.
The waterfront at Henningsvag. Note the snow barriers on the top of the cliffs, needed to prevent avalanches, and the large flock of sea gulls haunting the fish-processing center.
Then, as the sun set, we once again boarded our ship and set off again on the high seas, this time heading east.
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