Land's End

As I, at last, got a car; in this forsaken country without one you're simply stranded. I drove down towards the southern point of Kenai peninsula: Homer.

Homer is a cosy, 4000 inhabitant town, that is closed down in the winter and a world craze in the summer. Homer spit extends for a few hundred meters and is a stretch of sand surrounded by the pacific ocean and a fjord. It used to be 7 kilometers square larger but sunk down during the earthquake in 1964. As you reach Homer which is on a hill, you get an overview of the spit; if the weather is clear; and of the extent of it's beauty. Pebbles and sand stretches for miles,shades of beige and grey intertwinned in a fight for life and death, and dead logs are stranded like sirens longing for deep waters at the tip.

It is a reminder of Normandy's coastline, when you drive in the bay of Mt-St-Michel. However, you do not reach a medieval castle but a shack of old wooden houses, sitting in a line and surrounded by campervans. Summer is not the right time to appreciate the quiet beauty of this place. I shall come back here in september when all touristus vulgarus are gone.

This is the place where Halibut fishing takes place and I saw some pretty amasing sized specimen, really Size matters!!!!The Spit was a breath of fresh air for me,sea, salt and algae. I miss the sea and I guess I will try to hang out around this little spot in the next 2 months.