Honningsvag and The North Cape

Honningsvag. I'd like to think I was mature enough not to contemplate who Honnings is / was and how she got an entire town named after her lady parts. But I'm not. Petulance aside, I mean no disrespect.

My last day in Norway and a night of nursing interventions to hold at bay a looming infection / fever. Some self care, antipyretics and honey / lemon tea saw me rallying and joining a tour to The North Cape - the northernmost part of Europe.

The sun sets in this region for good on 22 November, appearing once again on 22 January. Definitely not a way I could live.

I questioned my decision making shortly after the attached video was filmed when evidently, my medication wore off and the fever returned. I found the bus driver and collapsed onto my seat on the bus, awaking only to return to ship and sleep / sweat fitfully the balance of the day. I'm really crook. Missing home even more and due in London 11/11.

The Northern Cape. A destination I should've given a miss, though my fever has now broken. I want my sister and her beautiful soups more than anything.

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