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Got up and had the ever present porridge. Mosquitoes were still bad in the morning and as it felt the coldest until now we put on our warm sweaters and liners, which we carried only until now and I discovered I had forgot my winter gloves. Benni lend me his and planned to compensate with his heated grips. Today we wanted to ride the old post road from Kautokeino to Alta. We made good progress but the road was full of potholes puddles as it meandered along the lakes and rivers. I was getting progressively more wet and cold as it was not supposed to rain today. Not only did it rain and drizzle all the way through to Alta by it was also foggy so keeping the visor shut was not an option. When the post road met with the E45 again we decided to drive the second section on our way back. Driving into Alta is always very nice as it is sheltered not only in a bay but also by mountains all around so you can see the tiny city on your way down via serpentines made of good tarmac and by entering the city we also left the rain behind us. We visited the local motorcycle dealer (mostly selling skidoos) to look for a replacement intercom for Benni but were unlucky. The second place we visited did not even sell bikes and on our way to a supermarket we had a close call with an driver deciding to suddenly turn right while indicating left. We got the usual supplies and had an impromptu lunch at the market of bread and toppings. Really not the best of the lunches, as bread isn’t a thing here either. The pass street to the nordkap made me even colder as my feet were still wet and felt like two dead lumps on my legs. I shivered my way through and could not really appreciate the nice scenery due to heavy mist, sidewinds and rain. Just like last time we did not get lucky with our journeys goal. We arrived at 16:30 at the cape. It was very busy and on the last 20km we overtook a sheer uncountable number of RVs. Getting there we lined up in the queue and had to pay 500 something Nok for the pleasure of parking.
We got into the main building there to find out what the hassle was all about (last time we came in after closing time, unaware of the existence of the thing). It was the definition of a crowded tourist trap. As we were there already we bought post cards and had a coffee to warm up a bit. Afterwards we drove back into the next village and took a room in the same camping ground as 4 years ago. We both had a hot shower and some spaghetti with tomato sauce. Life was well.
