Lyngen deLuxe
THE ITALIANS talk of the Lyngen Alps. The Spaniards talk of the Lyngen Alps.
The English talk of the Lyngen Alps. And the Swiss. The Germans. And some
Americans. Don’t forget the Americans. By all means.
And you think: Why is everyone talking about these mountains?
What is it about these peaks, so far north?
Do they bewitch people?
AND SUDDENLY you are there yourself, seated aboard an old fishing boat, in a deep
fjord in Troms County. The boat symbolizes Lyngen’s development as a tourist
draw; the fact is, old fishing boats have exceeded their use-by date. Today there
must be something more. Something unique, something that generates a little
extra for the tour operators – extra dollars, extra euros, extra Swedish kronor.
That something is why this fishing boat does not smell like fish.
What you smell is the spa.
You smell the Finnish sauna, the Turkish hamam, the Roman bath, the
Japanese Zen lounge. You are aboard a floating base camp with a battalion of
peak-hungry men and their assortment of superfat skis.
AND THE PEAKS lunge toward the heavens. And the mountains hoard their crystalline
snow. And the village communities cling perilously over weather-beaten
beaches and headlands. And there, on your first trip down the steep Lyngen
mountainsides, it occurs to you why this is a Mecca for peak-seeking fundamentalists:
Because this is Europe’s Alaska.
Follow Norrøna Ambassador Ragnar Tøndel with Farout Adventure to Lyngen in this video: