AN ECO ODYSSEY “THE COASTLINE TO NORDKAPP” – FULL DOCUMENTARY

Documental de la expedición en bicicleta que realizamos desde Tarifa – España, hasta Cabo Norte – Noruega, siguiendo toda la costa del viejo continente a través de más de 12 mil kilómetros y documentando más de 400 playas.
Un viaje realizado de forma autosuficiente y consciente, sin ningún tipo de apoyo, transportando todo el material que necesitábamos (camping, enseres personales, herramientas, electrónica, comida…etc). También transportamos nuestras tablas de surf ,disfrutando de las mejores playas para esta actividad de la costa europea.
Por otro lado, durante nuestro viaje llevamos a cabo dos acciones sostenibles, recogida de residuos en playa y en carreteras, y la acción de reforestación, con el fin de reducir nuestra huella al máximo.

Capítulos:
00:00 Introducción
03:27 The Iberian Peninsula
16:08 The Atlantic Coast of France
26:44 Belgium-Holand-Germany
32:05 Denmark
36:34 South Norway
44:40 West Norway
48:54 The Arctic

We began our expedition with a goal in mind that we did´t know if we would achieve. A path that would take us along the entire west coast of the old continent. From its southernmost point. Tarifa – Spain To its northernmost point. North Cape – Norway Ahead of us we had a journey of more than 12 thousand kilometers and more than 100 thousand meters of elevation gain. A journey that would take us about 200 intense days of cycling. Being aware that we were going to have to push our bodies to the limit. A journey from our interior to the outside world that surrounds us. Traveling in self-sufficiency with the continuous support of the people that we found along our path. A support and hospitality that never ceased to surprise us. I perfectly remember that rainy afternoon when Piter told me that we were going on a bicycle expedition. The truth is that I didn’t pay much attention to him, he is always thinking of new adventures, but the next day he came and told me. We are going to travel the entire coast from Tarifa to North Cape with the surfboards. Personally, I had already done long trips by bicycle, but Misha had only done shorter bikepacking trips… I was aware that I had to add one more element that would motivate her a lot to face such a long trip and without a doubt that was surfing. In this way we put together two of our great passions in the project, giving shape to the trip, documenting more than 400 beaches and surfing on some of them. After two months with all the preparation, logistics we were ready to leave,… We went to Algeciras to access Tarifa, where we set the odometer to zero and faced the first challenge, traveling along the Atlantic and Cantabrian coasts of the Iberian Peninsula. When we look back and having in mind our experience, we had certain doubts and fears common to a trip of this dimension, but with the hope of living that adventure. We were clear that we wanted to travel without super-calculated stages, that is, we liked to leave some room for improvisation, but it is true that we always tried to be one step ahead of what we were going to find, in order to find points of provisioning, where to camp and see what routes we really wanted to do. I didn’t know the coast of Cádiz and Huelva, and I really liked the weather, the sun, the slower southern rhythm and… it fit me perfectly for the first days of the expedition. Those first days were for adaptation, we had good weather, we did not suffer any major mishaps and the truth is that the entire coast was incredible, but if we had to highlight some point…we would highlight the Doñana beach, beach 33 kilometers long being the longest virgin beach in Europe… that we had to wait for the low tide for the sand become cyclable. We crossed to Portugal through the Algarve region, which Piter didn’t have much feith in because it was a fairly touristy area, but in the end it surprised us a lot with its marsh areas and we really liked the city of Faro. We were also able to have our first surf session at Fuseta beach, where we had to swim across an estuary and it was a beautiful place. After touring the Algarve coast we reached Cape Sao Vicente and we traveled the entire Vicentine coast, the truth is that each section you travel by bicycle has its reward but the Vicentine coast had all of them. We arrived at the Setúbal peninsula and continued north, first crossing through the city of Lisbon and further north through the city of Oporto. As we progressed we were locating the best surfing beaches on the Portuguese coast. Once we arrived to Pedrogao we could not be more shocked by the disaster generated by the fires of 2017, where 64 people died and where more than 30 thousand hectares were burned. This project would not be possible without the environment that surrounds us. An environment that suffers the consequences of our excessive acts and that we have the duty to care for. For this reason, we carry out this project with the clear awareness that small individual actions could make big global solutions. With this advice, we carry out garbage collection action on beaches and roads. On the other hand and thanks to Bosquia the reforestation action, already planting more than 300 trees in order to reduce our footprint as much as possible Once in Pedrogao we toured the north coast of Portugal also known as the Green Coast. Reaching the mouth of the Miño River, natural border between Portugal and Galicia. We are very close to the Spanish border, we have about 80 km left, it is a super beautiful day, the wind is blowing from the east… The truth is that we were not aware of what was waiting for us in Galicia to bike its coast. Extensive arms, deep estuaries…and a lot of elevation gain, apart from a…ha…curious weather. ..and lets go. So tenth day without rest, we will see if the rain is not going to spoil our rhythm. Cheers, days of rain are coming, so days of…. this. What can we do? tapeo… we had a beer with some tapas…. a very nice camp site, here in Castros de Baroña. well, we are saving the storm Castro de Baroña. We couldn’t have been in a better place to take refuge for spend the 6 stormy days in this Iron Age Celtic settlement. Well, it’s a bit hard, we’re here bailing out the water because it’s getting into the tent. Here are the guys who have come from surfing and are saving the tent, look Marcos…buddy, thank you very much for everything. Today it is a little warmer and we are fighting with the Galician mountains…and let’s see if we reach the famous cliffs…that we have today. Ugh…how was the Galician coast. Once we arrive at Cabo Ortegal, and already in Estaca de Bares, we leave the Atlantic coast behind and we start the next challenge, the Cantabrian Sea, which hits the north coast of the Iberian Peninsula. First we cycled the section of western Asturias to Peñas Cape …and every day we faced a surprise, which we tried to solve… and we continued with our routines. Another hard day in Asturian land, but well, above all, the issue of helping the guy from the van has been intense stuff, ohh mama, he hasn’t gone to the cliff of Silencio beach, but by 5 centimeters…crazy! He ‘s in a pretty fuck situation, truly. We meet Dimitri from Russia with his wife and their 5-month-old baby with the van really close to falling off the cliff. His handicap with the language made us get to work, having to contact the emergency service. We have been escaping from the rain all day and at some point something has to fall on us and it seems that is now Now we have to get out of this gorge…one way or the other He has fallen!! once we passed Cabo Peñes and arrived to Rodiles beach, we had the clear feeling of being at our homeland, we met our people again and in reality it was a time to rest and enjoy the beaches that were more common for us because we live in this part of the coast. It was clear that the comfort zone was calling us, tempting us, just by being at home….but we had to keep going…. The lands of Asturias and Cantabria were known to us, but it surprised us a lot, especially Cantabria, where we discovered an infinite number of new paths and spots that we didn’t even imagine, and…this is what the fect of traveling by bicycle gives you, I don’t have any doubt. Upon our arrival in Euskadi we met Jaguarmoon, on his trip he shared his music altruistically, doing improvised live shows. We arrived at the Basque Country and we have traveled its coast in 5 intense stages, with a lot of elevation gain. And those are the surprises that endings are giving to us We pass the city of Bilbao to follow the coast to Gaztelugatxe and access the Urdaibai biosphere reserve. Further west we stopped to enjoy the beaches of Itzurun in Zumaia…. and of course, at Zarautz beach. Once we arrive in Donosti, we did the last section crossing the Jaizkibel nature reserve before arriving to Irún. The Cantabrian coast and etc etc, the truth is that it is curious to look back and see everything that has been done. Now we had completed the first challenge, which was to travel the Iberian Peninsula. France…..the news is that my nephew Nil joined us to tour part of the French Atlantic coast. We could divide it coast in three blocks. The first block took us along the coast of uninterrupted beaches of the Landes and once we crossed the Gironde estuary, to a coast made up of marsh lands. This section took us to the limit…due to the continuous heat waves that overcome all records and due to the lack of waves… which could have already been the other way. Well, I’t is so warm, I’m getting this shirt wet every time, I put it on wet and then I cover myself with a wet towel and it’s the only way to survive. I hope the temperatures really drop, because I’m sick with this heat, no… We were following the Vélodyssée cycle route. The Vélodyssée is the longest cycle route in France with a length of 1,200 km, linking Rennes, the capital of Brittany, with Hendaye, the French Basque Country. 80% of its route is free of motor vehicles. We cycle the extensive areas of the marshes that extend further north from the city of La Rochelle….which I loved by the way. Throughout this section we had to fight against one more enemy, a constant headwind, apart from the fact that it did not mitigate the heat, it represented a wall in our progress. The story is that you think it can’t be worse, but it can always be worse and it was. First we broke the bottom bracket axle of my bicycle, which we fixed fairly quickly with the help of the local mechanics. I have to say that our experience is that the mechanics always empathize quite a bit with the bikepackers. I think it is because of the fect that we reached the door with a breakedown that does not allow us to move forward and we do not move from the door and I think it is also due to the fact that they must have been in similar situations. 48 hours later an aluminum bar on my trailer broke and there was no mechanic to solve it, we needed a reliable welder to weld aluminum and the fact that we were far away right at the entrance to the island of Noirmoutier… so we decided contact Burley and the truth is that they sent us a new trailer. The positive side is that the island was beautiful, we were able to discover it in bikepacking mode and while waiting for the trailer we had time to rest, check our material, clean…etc. With the motivation of the problems solved we have decided to discover the interior of Brittany towards Rennes. In search of its forests and its castles, but at the end of the day we wanted to escape for a few days from the coast so saturated at this time, to return a few days later following the Vilaine River. Once back on the coast we began the second block, which was to explore the Breton coast, I perfectly remember that the rainy days arrived which changed the climatic trend. It’s 4 in the afternoon, this morning we got a big splash and…we thought it would stop…but nothing The south coast is made up of bays, wetlands and estuaries, which we had to border or cross, we were able to enjoy its paths and beaches. And especially Torche beach where we were able to take a good swim. We reached the westernmost section of Brittany and France, and we started along the first arm of land to the Pointe de Raz, which represents the westernmost point of France, and from there we had two arms of land and two estuaries left to reach the city of Brest. Our arrival in Brest was marked by a sad moment, a moment in which Nil had to leave as he had a groin injury that had worsened during the trip and he had to return to Spain for subsequent surgery. But we had to continue, we had to continue. The northern coast of Brittany is clearly more exposed and we were able to see how affect the storms that enter from the Atlantic, between the English Channel and the British Islands We have many kilometers ahead of us, we are somewhere in the north of Brittany heading towards Roscoff, a beautiful place and the low pressure is already showing its nose, let’s see if we can find a hard roof for today and sleep with certain guarantees because they give a lot of rain . Oh my goodness…. how it’s falling, today they issued alert four for rain. This is non-stop….Britain is getting wet. 48 hours without stop raining We are lucky that we are here in a well-protected campsite, my goodness. When the storm stopped, we finished cycling along the coast to Saint Malo. After 60 more km we reach the impressive Mount St Michel, culminating the Breton coast. After our visit to Mount Saint Michel we started the third block, Normandy and the Hauts-de-France. In ancient times, druids gathered on this mountain for their spells, later becoming a place of pilgrimage for the archangel Saint Michael. It has been a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1979. We are in Normandy, Normandy…here we go We always say that comparing different places on our trip doesn’t make any sense, each has their own thing, but I think we both have great memories of this part, first touring the Cotentin peninsula… which gave us two days of respite, where we looked for the possibility of surfing without success, until the storms hit us hard again. water everywhere….a very unpleasant day We bordered the north of the peninsula passing the city of Cherbourg and we headed south entering Normandy landing beaches of the famous D-Day The truth is that the Nazi barbarism and the heroism of the Allies to free Europe from oppression touched us deeply. Further north we cross the mouth of the Seine River, and enter the section of coast formed by the white cliffs, a plateau with its continuous descents and ascents to those towns where you can breathe that rogue air and where secrets from sailors and pirates are surely kept. After Treport we entered the region of the Hauts de France towards Calais, from various points on the coast we could see England and we thought that the second challenge was almost done. At our arrival in Dunkirk and a few kilometers from the border with Belgium, we decided to stop, winter was approaching and the nights were getting colder. We had done the French coast which certainly tested our determination. So nothing, good night, it has been a nice adventure. There are many people who tell us that we are very lucky for not having to work, or being able to travel so long. We always say that life is a choice for each person, in order to carry out this project and our lifestyle we have had to give up many things that people take for granted, but if there is something we cannot give up, it is Have to work. For this reason and the fact that winter was upon us, we returned to the Alps like every winter, to carry out the Soulmountain activity for our ski trips and wait for the spring opens its way further north. After the winter we returned to Dunkirk and after a few days of cycling we entered Belgium. we are just, right on the border between France and Belgium Its coast is not really worth it, from our point of view. An overcrowded coast with very few natural places, in this case we have decided to enjoy its cities more, and of course the city of Bruges. Traveling along the coasts of Belgium and Holland took us to a limit that we would never have imagined, what at first looked like a easy part on our route became a real pain in the ass. Misha’s knee injury, my allergies, the wind or the ticks. Here is poor Rubinchi who has gotten some ticks attached to her, proof of the wilderness… The blonde is sore, we have now been 92 kilometers in the face of the wind without stopping… wow, man, what a horror. I wear the bandala because I have a lot of allergies, the truth is that this northern part of Holland is very, very monotonous… straight, straight, many kilometers like that. Piter is really sick When you take a trip like this it is normal that you often wonder if it is really worth it, and although we touched our limits we continued to experience unique moments that helped us continue with our project. There are more bicycles than people… Here everyone rides a bicycle, the fat ones, the skinny ones, the athletes, the non-athletes, the punks, the non-punks, it’s just that yesterday we saw everything on bikes. We are 7 kilometers from the border with Germany, we have already done Belgium and Holland, Holland has been much longer than we thought. And we are on this curious bench, because we have to put the bandage on Misha, look. Not bad, now we have all this left from here… all of Norway to the North Cape. Wow, how scary it is to see it like that… We traveled through Germany in 5 stages, towards the Jutland Peninsula, we did this section on autopilot, absorbing kilometers in order to reach Denmark as soon as possible. We have been around 90 kilometers for three consecutive days, poor Mishaku today has his ass red like a monkey. Yesterday I was very happy because my knee stopped hurting, but today I feel terrible… The coasts of the North Sea are practically flat, which causes you to spend many hours sitting in the saddle with constant pedaling, so it is easy to imagine how the ass suffer. We knew that sooner or later it would arrive… and it has arrived in the form of a kiss, a Danish kiss. We are about 70 kilometers from the border with Denmark and it is clear that it is very difficult to predict the weather in these latitudes. We are almost in Denmark, we are going to sleep around 2 kilometers from the border and tomorrow we will cross into Denmark in the morning. We normally camped freely whenever we could, but we were aware that when we entered the coasts of Belgium, Holland, even Germany, because they were highly populated areas, we were going to find problems spending the night and camping, and that is when we started using the App "Welcome to my garden". And there were many hosts who invited us to set up our tent and spend the night in their gardens, and it also gave us the opportunity to interact with the local people. Denmark, what a great country for cycle tourists. Very well signposted paths, a network of free shelters spread throughout the country and we also reconnected with wilder nature. We are definitely in Danish lands, it is 10:30 at night, the days are super long, we only have 3 to 4 hours of night time. We have just entered the Vadehavet National Park, the truth is that there is a lot of wind from the west, 11 meters per second, buaaahh it’s going to be a nasty day. Today there are no major problems, there is no pain in the ass, there is no pain in the knees, or the back, or anything. Well, my bum hurts a little, but hey, good day, here we leave you with these views… of Jutland. We are in a shelter, and we have passed Hvide Sande… and we are a little past Hvide Sande. Well, above all what we wanted to say is that it couldn’t be better. We are in the Thy National Park, which they say is the longest and wildest in Denmark. Today, the entire route passes through the Park. Good morning, we say goodbye to this shelter, we slept very well, we rested quite well. We were thinking to stay here but the weather is changing, it´s going to rain a lot and the next two days there will be winds of 75 km per hour. We were going to stay here for two days but we have another shelter at 70 kilometers away and we would have 20 left for catch the boat to Norway and we have decided that we are going to go there. As on our entire route across the Atlantic, we always find the vestiges of the Atlantic wall, in this case in the north of Denmark. We are at the Robjerg lighthouse, which has been eaten up by the dunes as you see and…. you can see a little the terrain, we are going there, towards Hirtshals to cross into Norway… and what has been said since 1966 is not operational through the dunes and little by little it eats more. Ay ay ay, it’s giving me thru the trailer. Damn, why do you let it go buddy? It’s electrified, my goodness, what a electric shocks. Ready to catch the boat, Hirtshals – Kristiansand, Norway. Norway is untamed, wild, beautiful, lonely…. it is a land alive in every sense, with exuberant nature and will never leave you indifferent… it demands of you, but gives you much more in return. After approximately 8,700 km… we can say that we have arrived in Norway. We begin by traveling along the southern coast to the city of Stavanger, a few first kilometers to face the elevation gain again, after touring the flat lands of the North Sea. Not only were we going to have to face rugged terrain again, we were going to have to learn too how to manage the times set by the weather. Boom boom, rain, elevation, Norway land of Vikings. Well, we have arrived at this campsite, and the lady told us, hey, for the same price I will give you the cabin, if you want?, yes, we want, it is going to rain a lot tonight and with the tent it goes to be a little hard. So look, how lucky we are. Impressive, we are super happy. After two days the storm stopped and we were able to continue touring the granite mountains of southern Norway. Once in Stavanger we face the great Fjords, first the Bokna Fjord, then the Akra Fjord and further north the Hardanger Fjord, this one has a length of 179 km and goes into the interior of Norway. We were aware of how demanding this section was going to be, but we were also aware that it was going to leave us speechless. We call this area the land of a thousand waterfalls. Now we are following the old Akrafjorden road and we reach the end of the fjord and then we have to climb a mountain pass. 34 km, 826 meters of elevation gain The truth is that we are a little worried because we have 10 days of rain coming, without interruption …ufff and that is mentally heavy. 5:45 in the morning and we are going to start the ride because it has been raining hard all night, and we are going to go out because the sky is opening, we have a window until 12 or 1 pm and we have to cross the great mountain pass with a gradient of 1200 meters, so let’s move forward. We have finished, no?… we are a little in the fog, we are going in this direction downwards. We are changing, dry shirt, socks… and downhill. At this point we crossed the Sognefjord by boat, located north of the port city of Bergen, with the plan to return to the coast again. In this case, instead of having to go around a fjord, we had to go around the mountain system that presses against the ocean and is home to the Jostedalsbreen National Park. After many days of rain we reached the coast and the sky opened… and we had 12 hours of sun to visit two islands and reach Strad Beach. It’s 1:45 and we just finished dinner… and we continue with our sunset, we arrived a couple of hours ago and the sun was setting, and there it continues to set. Midnight Sun. Natural phenomenon that occurs between May and August above the Arctic Circle and can be seen in different places in Northern Norway. After those hours of glory, the rain would return and it would do for many days. We decided to stop at a fishermen’s cabin to check the bikes, rest, how not fishing…. but above all stop looking at the sky and try to regain energy. What a delicious fish Michaela During those days of rest we challenged ourselves to get to the city of Trondheim as soon as possible, but first we had to pass through the Hodevik peninsula and visit its beach, something that was not easy at all. 36 very hard hours, yesterday we had a lot of rain, in the end we were caught by a brutal storm, we couldn’t get back on the road until 11:30 p.m. and we arrived down at Hoddevik to the beach at 3 in the morning after two super powerful mountain pass and nothing, we continue with untamed Norway. It does not forgive, Norway does not forgive. And now we have the descent to Hoddevik, people who have been there know what mountain pass it is, I almost preferred not see it. Norway required us to plan much more and be careful not to improvise a lot. On the one hand, its geography made up of fjords forced us to have to choose the path many kilometers in advance, in order not to fall into a dead end and have to retrace many kilometers, and on the other hand if Norway taugh us something at this point it was to play the game of cat and mouse with the weather, so it is for this reason that in the following days we were clear that we had to find a hard roof to camp on. We are about 130 kilometers south of Trondheim, and nothing, here in the fight, every day the feeling of dressing in wet clothes and wishing that the sun would come out one day, being able to dry mats,sleeping bags and everything, well, as I always say, Norway Spectacularly beautiful but…it’s hard, Norway is hard. Finally, after almost three weeks, it is the first day that we have this sky, practically clear. The truth is that right now it makes you want to sit here and let the afternoon go ahead. From Trondheim we set a clear course towards the Arctic, our objective was to reach the city of Bodo and there take the ferry to cross to the southernmost point of the Lofoten Islands, a itinerary of 840 km that we covered in 11 intense stages. If Norway as a whole is wilderness, with every kilometer we took towards the north it became even more savage, more beautiful and more inhospitable. Finishing packing up the tent, it is 8:50 in the morning and we continue heading north, maybe one day we will start heading south… ahaha The place is crazy, super quiet, hardly any traffic…. gorgeous. The stretch from Trondheim to Bodo, we knew, would be very wild and it is. Buahh, what a fight, god!!! It is practically impossible to cycle, super strong gusts come that almost knock us down…. Today is being a difficult day of cycling , lot of wind, we knew that it was very strangely warm and I told Misha, it won’t take long for us to get drenched. We have gone on the roof of this house, it seems that there is no one there, but at any moment they can appear through the window, but well we hope we don’t bother them, we are just taking shelter from the rain and well, a hard day, but oh well. We arrived at the Arctic Circle, after traveling more than 10 thousand kilometers, and was increible the feeling of realizing, that our legs and our determination had taken us to this point . Although we still had a way to North Cape, we were now aware that we could achieve our objective. It seems that it is the first time that we have seen Lofoten, there in the background in the sea, the Lofoten Islands…. and we are 120 km from Bodo and the place is impressive…. big walls… wow. Located in the heart of the Arctic Circle, an archipelago with 7 islands where its mountains emerge from the sea forming fjords of prisitne waters and where its beauty gives it the adjective of the magical Lofoten Islands. We were clear that it was the place where we were most likely to have waves, after after carrying our surfboards from so far across the coasts of the North Sea, without success, as could be imagined, we were really looking forward to Lofoten. We arrived at the island of Moskenes by ferry from Bodo… and for a week we cycled them in search of the best beaches in these latitudes. We continue heading north, today we are going to a very nice beach to surf, we finally have waves so we are quite excited. Here we are camped on the beach and.. tomorrow we have plan to surf here, for now it’s really calm The next morning dawned a gray day without waves and with the rear derailleur of Misha’s bike broken. Here there are not, we will see if we are lucky somewhere else. well above all we want to show you the hard part of the trips, we have carried the boards for many kilometers to get to Lofoten… yesterday we slept on a beach and it did lift as we thought and we have Misha’s gear broken so we had to come fix it and we have missed a very good opportunity to surf. What we have been saying about the trip is that the topic of surfing is complicated, it is capricious, there are the moments when there are waves and we have Misha very disappointed, to be honest. We are already arriving at Unstad beach, let’s see how it is, see if any waves come in, we know that it will rain a lot tonight so the plan is to go and return to the shelter where we slept tonight, we were quite comfortable. I am so happy…god!!! Now we go fast where we slept last night because in two hours start to rain. Well, we have arrived at the beach of…? Gimsoya, we are in the town of Hov. The thing is that there are no waves and in the absence of waves, good ones are donuts. We camped and woke up on Rovikstranda beach a few kilometers from the beautiful town and island of Hemingsvaer, after our visit we continued on our way, leaving the Lofoten behind to enter into the wild islands of the North. We have never doubted the beauty of the Lofoten Islands, but in comparison these islands are less saturated of tourists. And with that wild lands typical of these arctic latitudes they transported us to another dimension……they seemed like lands from other worlds. In the end we have arrived at a very wild place and the truth is that it has been amazing. truly it is. This is the Norwegian weather, rain, so we wait… a while. Here we are on Senja Island, it is approximately 8:45 p.m. and well, we have found the little surprise of this mountain pass. Wow, we’ve been on our legs 80 km already and it’s killing us. We’re going to be late today for camp. It’s been hard, hard, yesterday 113 kilometers and today we’re going to finish at 103, 104. Crazy, 75 kilos. We are at the official weighing of our weight, during the trip we thought we were carrying 60 kilos but, let’s see. 70 kilos blonde, in total 150 kilos. Here we go! So we say goodbye from here, at this moment thinking about a hot shower and a good food. Hey gordi, what time it is? It’s 11:30 p.m. The shelter we wanted does not exist, we puncture… We are on the island of Senja… and we are camped here, practically lying in a gravel parking… well… good night. Today we are going to take it easy, we are going to do a 50 kilometer stage, we are going to visit Raúl to the north of Kvaloya Island and slow mode today. Here we are at Crisitina and Raúl’s house, they have welcomed us very well, we have enjoyed a couple of wonderful days fishing and everything, now it is time for the sad farewell, but we will see each other again another time. We were at the gates of the city of Tromso, just 551 km from our objective, North Cape, which we traveled in 8 stages, When we said goodbye to Cris and Raúl we could not stop remembering all those people who supported us, gave us shelter on our path but above all they gave us strength to continue, being a fundamental part of our journey, from here we want to thank you. The following stages to the city of Alta and, like the Lofoten or Kavaloya, were already lands known to us, from our previous ski trips in the Arctic, although we had never known them on these dates. We traveled from east to west through the regions of Tromso Fastland, Lyngen Alps and the Nordreisa region. The days were getting shorter with the arrival of Autumn and we could feel how the arctic winds from the north made the thermic sensation even less, ending the days pedaling at 5 degrees. This moment is especially hard, right, gordi? Dressing at 7 or 8 degrees, yes, yes, take off your clothes, put on the clothes that are super wet, cold… oh mama, horrible… as a gift ehh. The positive part is that with this fact the mosquitoes, but especially the damn Knoots that had bothered us so much, had disappeared. Well, we are finishing the daily packing, it takes us time, sometimes we finish and we have the feeling that we are already tired. We are ready for the final push to North Cape, we have 238 kilometers left and… And …it is predicted that it may be one of the hardest areas, very exposed, without trees, without areas where you can shelter. We were already thinking about it, that it is going to be the hardest area, but every person we meet on the way yesterday tells us, be careful, it is the hardest area. They are putting fear in us, they are putting pressure on us..hahaha Four stages, 4 stages to reach Nordkapp, the northernmost point of the old continent. A few last days to enjoy the wild nature that surrounds these lands and for us, at this point, seemed even mysterious. There is one of the last surfing beaches called Porsagnvika. How many beaches will we have documented? 500? 600?, a few, we have lost the number. About 80 km from Northkapp we were caught by a storm with gusts of 75 km/h and heavy rain that forced us to take refuge in a "rorbu" for 36 hours. Let’s see if it weather gets better tomorrow, because we have to get there…. no longer, we have to get there, so look the night… it is atomic. The truth is that we remember that night, that we were there remembering and talking about everything we had experienced just one day before arriving in North Cape During those 36 hours sheltered in the cabin, we remembered everything we had experienced to get to this point. We remembered all those hard moments but always rewarded… and with the clear feeling of feeling much more alive than ever. We wake up to travel the last kilometers that separate us from our final objective, North Cape. The storm has eased Nordkapp tunnel. Mythical tunnel that goes down 200 meters below sea level to cross to the island of Mageroya. 8 km long, 4 downhill and 4 uphill at 9% Here we have to fight until the last day, the blonde is giving her all, we are getting closer and closer. 8 kilometers, damn it, it’s hard to believe it. We are in North Cape!!! There is the desired ball…look, we have the desired ball for so long. Here we are!!!! We did it !! Now we have to return, the night has fallen and the strong west wind are blowing, let’s see if we can find a protected place to camp about 13 kilometers down from here, the top of North Cape… Our last afternoon in North Cape, there is a good chance of seeing the Northern Lights, we don’t want to sleep too much and as soon as it gets dark, let’s see if we have some luck…will be great. Well, we have seen northern lights!…we are so impressed! The truth is that we are very excited, we don’t know if we are more excited today than yesterday, we are realizing what we have done, yesterday we were very tired but with the adrenaline it was not noticeable, well…we said goodbye to North Cape, has been incredible. A trip made without any type of support, everything recorded was done with the equipment that we could carry in Piter’s front saddlebag