I went North

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I already returned home, Peter! Sorry for giving the impression this was still going on.
All of this report was written safe back in my couch.

Thank you for all the praise. Feels a bit like you're giving credit to the pots and pans for a great meal, you know what I mean? I know the pictures are OK - some are even pretty damn good, tbh - but I am reminded about what Neal Preston said about that kickass picture he took of Robert Plant on stage with a white dove in his hand: "If you are a photographer on tour with Led Zeppelin and you can't get a great shot of Robert Plant, you should probably sell donuts".
Day Seven continued:

The ferry that runs between Skarberget and Bognes on Hamarøy is the only one left on the E6. What I mean is that there used to be more, but decades of building extraordinarily complicated and expensive systems of bridges and tunnels has cut down the number of inescapable ferry crossings on the main "highway" in Norway to this one.

I am now (in your head, Peter, not in reality - I'm safe at home petting my cat) on the other ferry that goes to Bognes, and I got on it in Lødingen in Lofoten.
Like I said in my last post, I am on the right ferry, it's running on time, it's all good, and I'm now on Hamarøy, which you should know is very pretty. I'm also guessing that some of you will have deduced that 'øy' means island, so Hamarøy is an island, and many people are perfectly happy going to Hamarøy for their vacations. It doesn't have to be just another rock between you and your destination, it is perfectly fine in and of itself. You can plan a ride in Northern Norway and go to Hamarøy, that's perfectly fine. It's stunning. The mountains are stunning. There are things to do. Go see the Knut Hamsun museum. Hamsun is our only Nobel Prize winning author, known for the very very good book "Growth of the Soil" and for the very very not so great act of shaking hands with Hitler. You can take the ferry to Lofoten, look around, and escape back to Hamarøy. Many Norwegians have been to Northern Norway but have never been as far north as Hamarøy. Northern Norway's just a gift that keeps on giving.

Not me. For me, on this day, Hamarøy is just another very pretty rock between me and my destination. I'm pushing on, and my goal is to get as close to Helgeland as possible.

Because on the island of Flatøy in Helgeland, a good friend of mine is expecting me to arrive on a ferry, and I want to get there and take off my leather. Push on.

I don't have pictures. I pushed on. I'm now on E6, remember, and a part of E6 that has all the traffic to and from Lofoten AND to and from Skarberget, so now it feels even more like a main motorway, and it's getting darker. It starts to rain. I get a squirt of windshield wiper fluid from the guy ahead of me right in my face. This is not the way. I stop at a guest house next to a lovely waterfall and approach the reception, but the guy behind the counter is alone at work, and he has too many things to do. He's rude to the lady in front of me, and he's rude to me, and I'm in no mood for rude. I just left, pulled on my rain gear, and kept riding. So that's how I got to Fauske. I found a hotel, got a room, and spent the most expensive night on the ride in the least interesting place. But all my stuff dried during the night, and Fauske was near enough to Helgeland, this is good!

Day seven ended without further drama, and so does this post.