Our King of the Mountains.

Our train arrived promptly in Fauske where we transferred to a quite luxurious bus. We had been worried about getting space on this coach but it turns out there are only 4 other people on it. Departure is prompt as the bus has to make a connection with a ferry about halfway through the five hour trip.
The scenery is stunning if rather stark in places, with forests, waterfalls, and the weird and wonderful rock faces left by the glaciers. A couple of hours into the trip we stop at a supermarket which allows us to stock up on food. The prices are eyewatering.
We soon arrive at the ferry which gives us chance to take in some fresh and rather cool air before the final 2 hours into Narvik. It looks like Rosyth with mountains. Great place for our first shore leave. Mark plays a blinder and talks the bus driver into taking us to Narvik Camping, saving us a two mile uphill walk with kit. Tonight that driver is wearing the polka dot jersey.
Our accommodation is basic but adequate 4 bed bunkhouses with showers (first since Saturday morning) and some basic catering facilities. We scrub up then crack open the calvados and picnic till midnight. The clouds mean that there is no Midnight Sun to see but it is definitely daylight. Then time for bed..