DD's Boat Signs
Section 5 & 6 of the Lofoten Long Crossing
Fredvang to Napp
Podcast of the day: “Kaulitz & Kaulitz”
Audiobook of the day: “Kirmes im Kopf” by Angelina Boerger
I miss: A nice fresh green salad
Today was long but still pretty cool. It started with a pleasant walk out of Fredvang, but I took a wrong turn and didn’t realize it for far too long. Frustrated, I had to backtrack until I found the right path. Along the way, I passed a historical site that looked like some kind of special well (but I didn’t really investigate). Then I wandered through a small fishing town.
After a while, I had enough of walking on the road, and a very nice lady offered me a short lift to the end of it. She was heading out to go fishing to clear her head. “It always works for me,” she said, adding that everything seemed much clearer afterward. “That’s a lot like what hiking does for me,” I replied. We waved goodbye, and I set off again toward Nusfjord. Knowing there was a bakery ahead made me pick up the pace, even though I was still dealing with my Pinocchio leg syndrome. The hike along the coast was beautiful and sunny, but of course, just 10 minutes before reaching the town and the bakery, the skies opened up and it started to pour.
When I arrived in Nusfjord, I found that an Italian motorcycle gang had already taken over the only restaurant terrace in town. So, I stood in a corner like a total outcast until a local whispered to me that the restaurant had an upstairs level. I headed up and discovered I had the entire warm room to myself. I ordered fresh shrimp and a glass of wine, and dried off my stuff. Lunch just keeps getting better every day I’m out here.
The rain finally stopped after two hours, and then the sun came out and showed off Lofoten at its best for the first time.
I hiked right to the edge of Napp, where I’m camping tonight. Tonight’s dinner? Sour peach candy, cheese, and a cinnamon roll. Don’t judge me. I was lazy and didn’t feel like cooking. I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise. It’s funny how, as soon as I’m out of civilization, I start eating like an eight-year-old.
As I was writing this, I started hearing these high-pitched noises and thought someone might be flying a drone nearby, maybe checking on the sheep or something. But after a while, I peeked out of the tent and realized it was just a bunch of mosquitoes buzzing right above me. So loud! And now it’s starting to drizzle. Lying here overlooking the ocean and listening to the waves, I’ve been thinking…
For years, I’ve thought about moving to Norway. I love the mentality here, the chill vibe, nature, the food, the design, everything. But what would I do? Would I move to Oslo and work at an ad agency? Or head up north and live in a tiny village? But then, what would I do there? Become a fisherwoman or a server at a resort? I could be serving fish and chips and fresh shrimp, chatting with Italian motorcycle gangs. I'd be good at that! Or I could open my own little design shop and create logos for fishing boats. What would I call it? “Arctic” seems to work well, like putting “3000” in front of anything, it instantly makes it better. Maybe “Arctic Design Lab”? But that might be a little too elevated and arrogant. Maybe something simplerand down to earth like “Dom's Design Studio”. Or even more approachable: “DD's Boat Signs”. I'll have to think about this some more, but there’s definitely potential in that last one.
