Couple of months ago I received an offer to hop into a campervan and head to Norway to shoot some photos. I did not hesitate for a single moment, so shortly after, in a crew of four we were sat over a map, wrote down who eats what, gathered essential equipment and headed north. When I was leaving home, I kissed my girl goodbye and gave the shower a last look.

2500 kilometers later, our house on wheels rolled into the border between Finland and Norway. The customs officers suspiciously looked at our apple juice supply and asked if we are smugglers. We all burst into laughter. After 36 hours of driving we finally arrived at Tromso. We reached the Lyngen Alps!