An artist in the town of Vagsvag had a creative idea for bringing notice to his town. He offered to paint his neighbors' houses bright colors. Our guide did, indeed, consider Vagsvag a fitting stop for our tour bus!
Trading stations are to the Norwegian coast what statues of Buddha are to Thailand or Gothic cathedrals are to France. They are many, varied, and required stops. We visited our third (fourth?) trading station at Vasberget. It dated back to the 1700s and, again, was the spot were fishermen sold their catch and the trading station owner shipped the catch to Bergen to be processed and shipped abroad.
I loved the elegant furniture in the trading stations, located in such remote spots.I also wondered about the people who lived there.The Vasberget trading station was unique because it still had its shop intact, where fishermen could spend some of the funds (or credit) they got for their fish. The shop also included a fog horn. On rainy nights when the family's own fishermen had not returned, they sounded the fog horn again and again to bring their men home.
Dave and I also hiked to a lighthouse, high up a cliff near the westernmost point of Norway.
The flowers and other vegetation along the path were beautiful, as were the views down to the sea.
We also visited one of the few white, sandy beaches along Norway's shores. On warm summer days, this beach would be very crowded.
We said goodbye to Maloy by sailing under its city bridge.



























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