In Skervoy I woke up to the sound of seagulls on the roof of the house next door. After that monster ride yesterday I took the morning slowly. I talked a little about life on an arctic island with the host who was Ukrainian -- they get two meters of snow in winter -- and she even invited me to pancakes.

In the early afternoon I took the ferry to Arnoya, another larger island with only a handful of settelments on it. I rode almost the length of the main road on that island until the weather got too bad, and then returned to the ferry. The island seems to belong to the birds much more than it does to the humans.

On my way back to the mainland I had a surprise incident with the wind. The tailwind I had kept getting interrupted by stong gales from the right which kept surging out of nowhere and threatened to knock me off the bike. It got so bad at some point that I stopped riding and pushed the bike for a few meters.

Back on the mainland I coninued on the E6 where I had left off. Going west meant that I rode almost the whole time with the Lyngen Alps panorama in the background. A glorious sight to be sure.

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