There is nothing more criminal than waste, and there’s nothing worse than wasting time. With that at the forefront, Norway was about to be wrapped up in reaching our trip’s first official milestone: Nordkapp: the North Cape of our ‘Cape to Cape’ expedition on The Mega Transect. But not before spending a calming night at Kannesteinen Rock. The sea has been beating against this lump of rock for thousands of years, shaping it into the mushroom-like appearance it bestows today. It was utterly sublime, one of the most ravishing rocks I’ve ever seen.
At the place we saw hundreds of seabirds going about their business, I huffed and puffed up to the cliff face like an old train. After settling down on a spot bearing a good vantage point, a four-year-old German boy turns to his dad, cocks his head and asks emphatically, “Papa, so what do the birds like to do here?”
Not exactly a momentous occasion when the globe emerged at Nordkapp but neither was it totally anti-climatic. Jason just stood there brewing like a coffeepot. I distinctly recall him betraying no sadness when it came to parting from the place. High winds prevailed, driving rain lashed down, cobwebs more than the mind blown. A low-voltage moment akin to, ‘Oh good, now that’s done let’s make a sharp exit and put the kettle on’. fourwheelednomad