The US-Americans and their Norwegian guide left the following day. Mom and I got ready because Trond offered to show us around Hamningberg. This is an abandoned fishing village at the end of the road along the shores of Varanger Peninsula.
However, I got some itchy feet and wanted to bring Mom to a place that was magical to me two years ago: Kiberg. This tiny town between Vardø and Vadsø on the Varanger Peninsula served as a convenient stop on my way to Vardø back then. I fell in love with the peaceful, magical, and soul-nurturing surroundings. I remember fondly how I was sitting at Trond’s massive wooden table in the cozy living room, working for my job in New Zealand but watching over the silver Barent Sea around midnight.