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The following day the swelling came up and stuck with me for
another further week, in the meantime we missed the ferry
we needed to get off the island. We’d let our guard down,
being so lucky on the way here, we figured that’s how it
works here, ferries run like buses, except this bus wasn’t
coming to the island again for another two and half days.
Bodø
We had to be in Bodø the next day to meet my girlfriend,
Alina, who was flying in to join us, as well as my parents who
decided to drive up and meet us along the way. We back
tracked, took three other ferries and finally arrived in time to
watch Alina landing.
Taking the next ferry to Lofoten, we arrived in the early hours
drove down to Å, the most southern town in the Lofoten
Islands peninsula (https://goo.gl/maps/LWBZ8hZaWyT2). It’s
a beautiful place, as impressively scenic as the rest but with
little opportunity to hit the water we moved on up to Reine,
the most iconic town in the region. It sits across a handful of
small islands, interconnected with very modern bridges,
whilst wrapped in snow capped mountains that plunge
vertically hundreds of metres straight into the ocean.
Whilst being totally overwhelmed and consumed by the
scenery, we quickly began to realise that huge mountains
and windsurfing rarely go hand in hand. Fortunately, we
were here for more than just one reason. Windsurfing and
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