In May, I hit the road once again, this time by bus. I worked at the Bleie fruit farm in Hardanger, western Norway, until August. After that, I traveled with my family for a while, and then headed North again on my own. I arrived in Lofoten at the end of the season, when the cod had already been dried, the tourists had gone, and the streets were occupied only by some roaring seagulls. From there, I turned south and crossed the border to the colorful autumnal Sweden. Fortunately, I found an antique, but still functional bike in the mountains, which allowed me to enjoy the ride downhill to the coast.