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Far back in time, like 45 years ago, I spent two memorable summer holidays together with my grandparents up here.
In this tiny weather-beaten fishing village, laying unprotected from the Arctic Ocean at the end of a two hour dead end road.
A barren spot on the map, with little to offer except for vast areas of untouched nature and fantastic fishing.
(Well, not entirely true, they do have mobile home facilities for emptying integrated holding tanks, something missing in my hometown a hundred times larger.)
Yet, this is the place I have been longing to revisit as far back as I can remember, and also the final destination of our trip.
The home of my ancestors, where my family line can be traced back through several generations on my mothers side.

Pictures and storyline covering the route from the NorthCape to Berlevaag