Heading for the border crossing I meet another Frenchman descending from north cap (there must be a good patisserie up there), and then pass some Viking burial sites, a huge stone ship, marked out by standing stones, stone circles and such.

Just prior to the border is an absolutely crazy scene, a line of supermarkets, sweet shops, tobacco shops, booze shops, with bus loads of Norwegians day tripping for some cheap international stocks.

The border crossing itself is slightly more interesting than earlier anti climaxes, a bridge high above a scenic fjord with a line painted across the middle of it. Photo time!