Salmon, fire, music and market

It was one of those weekends again. One of those good, ones.
It started in the valley, Jakobselvdalen.
The one guy with good ideas, Geir invited some people to join him to the river. He wanted to fish salmon. And be together.

At the top of the river there was a signboard that said "No Camping".
We didn`t pay much attention to the signboard, and carried on with our tent.
Then one of the cabin owners came towards us and shouted;
-No camping, no camping!
In English.
But the right was ours. According to Norwegian law, you can put up tents in Gods and the States free nature.
And so we did.

Down at the river there was a lonely salmon fisherman. He got quite surprised when he saw four guys coming, carrying good food, drink, a guitar, a harmonica and a drum.
But soon he was part of it.

Geir put up the guitar.

People around the fire joined in the singing and playing. Someone were fishing inbetween.

And everyone was happy.

The next day some of us went to the outdoor market in Langnes, Tana.
This is an old, traditional market held once a year.
The Globeblogger Ragnhild sold her special caps.

Grilled salmon was served.

There was music and dance.

And someone was swimming in the biggest salmon river in Northern Europe, Tanaelva.

Or went barefooted in the soft sand.

At the end we went back to Geir to see if he finally had caugt a salmon.
He told he had a big one hooked, but lost it.
So we were sitting there, outside the tent, chatting.
The wind whistled in the threes. The mosquitos tried to reach us.
And far, far away, we thought we could hear a dense shout;
-No camping, no camping!