Driving to the Russian border.



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.



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