The Polar Circle's beach

Passing Leknes we found another supermarket, I think it was a Rema 100 because the last Kiwi we saw it was in Svolvær. In the airport we took some brochures which have on the first page a picture of "the beach".

Little villages were curious, specially for us because we were a French and Spanish group. Right! I did not introduce you my group.

Flavie, my French friend from the same corridor, from the South of France. Baptiste, he lived on the famous 8th building, 8th floor, where we spent so many nights. Then it was Lucie, Flavie's friend who came to visit her. Clément, another French from the south. They were always teasing him because his accent, I loved it because I could understand this French but not the others' French. Ania, half Spanish half Argetinian. Very curious: she could speak English without accent, Spanish with Argetinian accent and Catalan without any kind of accent neither. Finally, Jess, an Australian girl with aAsiatic features friend of Ania. And I, of course, the Spanish girl without any kind of knowledge of French, with thousand French friends. As you can guess, we spoke English.

As I was saying, little villages were curious for us because in general the places we came from are residential zones, more or less spaced between them, but located in a determined place. Lofoten is more like: a few houses and a lot of space between them. The name of the village was at the "entrance" of it, something like: next to the first house.

We did not think it was so useful talking about the Polar Circle, because if you have to ask for salt to your neighbours... You have to walk over the snow and the ice.

In the biggest population there were more streets more differentiated and asphalted. It remembers me of my mother's village because no one used the sidewalk.

It was difficult to find a bar or a shop in Lofoten's village, at least apparently. In Spain, you walk over the street and you can easily find a bar, but in Lofoten is was not like that.

We arrived to the beach passing Leknes and as you saw in the pictures of the alst post, it was getting dark. For the dates we went there it was getting dark around 22. That was good and bad at the same time: good because we could take some pictures and enjoy the beach with light, but it was bad because it was incredibly windy.

We could enjoy the AMAZING sunset that you can see in the pictures. It was only one month left to the midnight sun, and we could have an idea.

The sky became in beautiful colours and despite hundreds of people probably visit the beach every year it was like we were the first people walking over that sand and touching the water of this part of the North Sea.

Again, I hope you enjoy the pictures I took there but they are not even close to the reality you could live there.

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