Day 8
For the third and final time I paddled
through Geirangerfjord past it's fantastic waterfalls and beneath its
enormous cliffs.
When I got to where the fjord split I
turned south into a strong headwind and paddled to Hellesylt because
when I came up with my route back in NJ it seemed like I'd want to
take a look.
After the enormous struggle into the wind, I turned around and made great time with a robust tail wind.
After the enormous struggle into the wind, I turned around and made great time with a robust tail wind.
I ended my day at Uksvika. Sadly, as I
knew they would be, the Germans were gone. I had hoped that someone
similarly friendly would be renting the house, but it was empty.
I walked for another kilometer or so to
the next house with my empty water bag. The woman who answered the
door was happy to give me water, though she did not ask if there was
anything else she could do for me like invite me into her shower.
When she returned the bag several children were squeezed into the
doorway to quietly look at me. The bag was only about a third full,
not enough. I thanked her and took the bag.
Back at my boat I filled the bag from a
stream with my water filter, having used my extra day in Geiranger to
kill the colony growing there with bleach.
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