My Travel Adventures

Technically, my day began when I went to sleep a little past midnight: I looked out of the window and saw the law orange sun burning amidst the trees. Once we woke up again, we drove eastwards from our accommodation, spending the day between Vestvågøya and Austvågøya. Having driven past the remarkable church in Borg a few times, we made a quick stop there to see it from up close. We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon stopping at viewpoints around the two islands.

For the first time in a while, I ate a proper homemade breakfast of eggs, cheese, and toast. We started the day quite late, only beginning our drive westward shortly before ten. Our first stop was Buksnes Church, an imposing red building with white timber frames and dramatically sloping green roofs. The parking lot in front of the church was quite busy, which kept me from taking pictures. When we entered, we saw many smartly dressed people. We did not understand what had brought them there in such numbers until we were approached by a man who asked if we were tourists. When we responded that we were, he promptly told us that this was a funeral gathering, and we hurriedly left.

With great displeasure, I woke up at 5:50 this morning to catch the airport express from Stockholm Central Station to Arlanda Airport. I had many reasons to feel smug though. Firstly, I had activated my 24-hour ticket at around half past six the previous day, so I did not have to waste time buying another. Secondly, I had already bought a return ticket to Arlanda. Thirdly, I had become intimately acquainted with the Central Station over the previous days, knowing exactly where to go on this important occasion. Fourthly, I had checked in online, so I saved time once I arrived at the airport. Finally, I put off brushing my teeth and eating breakfast until I got to Arlanda, which saved me from waking up at half past five.