A norwegian roadtrip

After many years of having an extended winter among Norwegian mountains and fjords on our minds, it felt good to finally initiate our Norwegian roadtrip. With a starting point in Tromsö, we pick up our motorhome and head north. We cross fjords and mountain passes. The roads are wild and icy and lead into no man’s land. The weather - harsh and forever changing. The views - spectacular. 

On the most northern point of our trip we meet up with a fisherman, David, in Havøysund.  He agrees to take us on his boat for a day at sea and we jump at the chance. We get up at the ungodly hour of 3 a.m. to prep the boat and make our way through the harbor into open water. The diesel engine is loud, you can barely hear the beat-up radio playing. It sounds like a symphony orchestra. 

The sun has not yet greeted us with its presence. As we pass through the harbor together with the fleet of fishingboats I can’t help but to sense a poetic feeling of adventure. 

In between the snowy roads, fishermen, huskysleds, fjords and mountains  - on the island Kvaløya, we find ourselves at a peak chasing nordic lights. After experiencing a spectacular light show, we start to make our way down the mountain. I try to make out the time, but it’s difficult to read my watch in the now pitch-black night.

As we are navigating our descent we are caught off guard by something I have never seen before. Flashing bright lights in colours of blue, yellow, purple and red.

Extraterrestrial life arriving to earth? Aren’t nordic lights suppose to be green? 

Are we witnessing UFO’s or the rarest nordic lights ever seen?