It had been four years since I last visited Norway, and the world saw some huge shifts after COVID. After a long seven-hour flight, I landed in Oslo at 7:20 am on the 14th of June. I had yet another flight to catch, this time a short one from Oslo to Bergen. I reached Gudvangen camp at 7:00 pm. There I met Aman, an Irish paddler who works in Northern Norway as a SUP guide. There was a new caravan, new equipment, and new faces. The expedition would start in two days.

Previously on SUP Norway 2019 ...the seed for my second expedition to Norway was sown in my brain... ...it was exactly like my village...

Stand-Up Paddling in the Norwegian fjords last year had left a momentous impact on me. It was no mean feat to be trusted to lead an expedition in the unknown waters. Everything from the landscape, the wilderness on the other end of the planet, the waters, the experience, and of course, my friendship with Titus, left me wanting for more. Like a cow chewing the cud, I was reliving my experience of Norway everywhere I went.

Norway, Scandinavia. The land of the Midnight Sun. And not very long ago, a distant dream. I have always loved Norse mythology, and have...