Borgaholmane – fairytale
scenerie
Hunting without weapons was not so, but no genocide. The first fish is deserted … On the way there over the ice. Level as a mirror. With decent tourism, we moved our stiff legs. And then it came. Meat Cod. Above the head is the eagle. It’s guarding the territory. Rays cause icicles cracks and occasional avalanches. Just an hour by car from Bergen. And no man. The echoes carry the valley.
With Mike Janeček. He catches a three-pound fish and holds his balance as if he was born on a kayak …
