Excavator, Concrete, Heated toilets

We have left Alta behind us and with a newly improved wheel bearing, we are taking one last scenic route before reaching the North Cape. #Havøysund awaits us with a strange occurrence - for us good, law-abiding German drivers.

Shortly after turning onto the scenic route, we find ourselves on a construction site. The road seems to have slipped and a single excavator and its driver are pouring gravel onto the affected section. No construction sign, no traffic and/or light signals, just an excavator. So we stop and wait. The excavator is currently swinging its arm away from us. Hmm, should we drive now? Should we honk? Stopping is all well and good, but how is this regulated here? As road sign-spoiled Germans, we are somewhat confused. We wait for about two minutes, during which time the excavation continues diligently without taking notice of us. Frederic drives a tiny bit forward. Another one. Okay, now he must have seen us, right? No? A little bit more. Finally, the construction worker reacts, swings his excavator shovel aside and waves us through. But we can already guess that in such a sparsely populated area, it doesn't matter if the road is completely closed. Everything is somehow regulated with hand signals. ;)

Let's continue. And as it turns out, it was a good idea to have the car serviced. Numerous tight and winding curves offer us new views and demand quite a bit from Theobald. Rugged cliffs to the right and foaming spray to the left. We are thrilled and occasionally stop to give the car a rest.

The designated stopping points are pleasantly empty. Only two or three cars and four or three caravans cross our path. At one rest stop, there is even underfloor heating in the toilet. Despite the increasing storm, we feel warm again. For dinner, we have pasta.