Vestvågøya

Starting in Valberg – the day begins with the reassuring feeling that there's nothing rushing here, except perhaps your own ambition. Because after Austvågøya, Vestvågøya must logically follow, and there's no getting around it.

A coffee stop in Stamsund, where the milk foam is perfect and the view is better than it should be. After that, it quickly becomes lonely: no names, no people, just wind and the road. The route winds like a lost figure eight through the coastal maze – pretty, wild, and at times ridiculously steep.

Twice, the asphalt suddenly shoots upwards, short, sharp, and merciless. The reward follows immediately: two of those descents that finally remind you of speed again. Nothing epic, nothing dramatic—but hey, at least you get a wind in your face that's not coming from the front.

Back in Valberg you are a little exhausted, a little proud – and somehow surprised that you are still familiar with such a pace.