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After a while I reached a farm and just behind it a large field full of junk cars. You couldn´t call this exactly a junkyard though as most of the wrecks were decade-old models, some of them from the sixties of the past century.
It was a strange but somehow fascinating vision with these ancient cars within this raw and generally deserted landscape. Shortly after this junkyard the gravel road made a steep descent down to a deserted farmhouse just in front of the shore to the fjord. The farmhouse had the typical tin-roof and wall panels which had turned almost completely brown and red from the rust.
From there the road became a dirt-track following the shore down at the cobble-stone beach before it went a bit uphill again and became two barely visible single tracks within high grass. My plan was to get to the lighthouse at the outermost end of the fjord but progress on the bike become increasingly difficult on this track.
To get to the very end of the fjord and the lighthouse I would have hade to go a few kilometres more on the vanishing path. The sky had filled with dark clouds now and it was just a matter of maybe half an hour until it would start to rain. I decided to stop here and cycle back to town.
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