GuerillaZ

It was an invigorating drive down from the Finnmark plateau. It took 7 hours and it snowed incessantly. The road was solid white like a toboggan run. We arrived in Ivalo, a large village razed by the Germans in 1945. Another 40 odd kilometres brought us to the border. There are two choices of border post. The official one at Raya Jooseppi on route 91 to Murmansk and the old border crossing at Paksuniemi.

So I am in the Arctic Circle again. It's otherworldly in the Lofoten Islands.  Snowstorms come out of nowhere. Driving the European route E4, a rhythm established itself - -  bridge, bend, tunnel, fjord, rain, sun, hail, snowmelt, then freeze, then sea eagle, bridge, bend, tunnel, fjord . . . Many travellers mention the tiny towns towards the end of the archipelago. Personally though I found the archipelago midsection utterly jawdropping. In fact I went back to it. Twice. Happy Travels everyone!