The whales have abandoned Tromsø. The herring has travelled north, and so have the whales. The past weekend, I and six friends decided to follow them.
On Friday evening, we loaded our kayaks on the roofs of our cars and drove up to Skjervøy. We drove under a starry sky. I expected to see the northern lights dance, but everything was just dark and still. We arrived to our cabin late at night, slept for too few hours and stood up again before dawn (although that doesn’t actually say very much as the sun has stopped rising above the mountains). It was cold, but almost no wind.
Reisafjorden is a much larger and wider fjord than Kaldfjord. Outside of Reisafjorden lies Lopphavet, a part of the Barent sea. That Saturday, we paddled from dawn to dusk. The light was just incredible. The sun, that we could not see, first coloured the mountains pink, and then the water in gold and red. But there was no life in the deep that we could see.
We came into shore completely exhausted. No whales. I felt surprisingly happy. Just sitting out on the water, looking at the mountains and the waves, had been a tremendous experience. I also felt happy that I had not seen any whales. It may sound weird, but I have felt that the intense experiences in Kaldfjord, last year and the year before that, have almost made me numb. Not seeing anything at all reset the score.
The next day I was no where near numb.
I have to quote my friend, Sofia.
Sometimes, life is so magical, that when you look back it is hard to even grasp that you where there to experience it.
Thanks Kalle, Sofia, Stian, Disa, Mikaela, and Fredrik for sharing the incredible experience, and thanks Kalle for making such a fantastic film about it!