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Ishita Desai
At Hamnoy we dropped our bags in one of the Rorbuers (red painted fisherman’s huts, now a lodge for guests) and took to the road. Just outside our hut stood a gigantic mountain bathed in sunlight from one side. Tourists couldn’t stop photographing it from every possible angle. It was eleven at night and the village only seemed to be awake; making most of the sun that had appeared after almost a week. No one was in the mood to retire. It was surprising to tell back home that we were out at this time of the day and had no plan to go back to the hotel for at least a couple of hours. We wished to stay out all night for the sun also had the same plan
Sreshti Verma
6. Hamnøy, Norway