North

From the foot of the Bodo mountains we tucked our tired bodies into our latest shelter rented from a friendly old Norwegian man who gave us his best cabin for the cheapest price. Before long it was time to explore and after a brief foray to a hidden beach I collected Damian and we set foot into the green forests behind us (see 'Rambo' for reference).

Our feet then set straight into a german WW2 bunker, seemingly untouched for a while as the grass grew thickly round the edges and snow lay in its base. Further exploration uncovered douzens of bunkers, trenches and pill boxes littered in between the dense forest. The intended stroll had transformed into historical treasure trove.

Back at the cabin for a toast or two to the stunning views (see photos, soon) before heads down and early rise for Bodo - Narvik - Tromso coaches up the E6 through snow-brushed Lord of the rings scenery. This place is expensive, but worth every Kroner for the lush views that left us all happily silent.

Tromso parties like its 1999, and my 1st couchsurf went really well, this pm we plan to don the cable car for further views across this Northern island and beyond.

These boots were made for walking.

The drifter.