There’s much to be said about the fjord.
It’s sea but hardly ocean – like our Atlantic.
It’s salty, but when snow melts its edges are drinkable.
It’s dangerous, but whichever direction you swim
you’ll end up in someone’s garden. 

detail traditional Norwegian boat, with fishermen (c) vasco pinhol

“we exchanged jokes and fishing tips, we traded emails.“

Once in a while – albeit rarely – there could be a day in the water in which the weather conditions would be borderline Portuguese (if you count out the backdrop of immensely rugged snow-covered mountains and multiply the temperature by a factor of 10). Every time this happened, the kayak outing, the swimming, the shooting was comfortable and inviting enough to predispose to sociability. I took this photo in one of those moments – we exchanged jokes and fishing tips, we traded emails (they wanted their photo), people being people.

I later met one of these people in town, who expressed a very clear surprise to see me dressed normally, and walking about like a human being.