Hammerfest is a sort of Sullom Voe with reindeer. Only further north. And with possibly a better corner shop, (if you're into ethnic foods.)
You can seemingly buy delicacies from every continent here, so if you fancy whistling up a stir-fry with authentic ingredients, a spot of green ginger, a better selection of goodies than in a Chinatown grocers, or a Walsall Balti house, just pop up to 70°39′N 23°41′E / 70.65, 23.683 and you're in luck.
Now, I never worked out whom the market is for this... be it the colourful range of shipboard employees that must call by here, or passengers on the various "explorer" trips that make the pilgrimage here. But it's a must for a mean curry.
Now the chaps along the road at Honningsvåg may not be so enamoured at Hammerfest's fame. You see, they live even further north, at 70° 58' , but as they aren't officially a town, it doesn't count, it seems. Indeed, the North Cape is a place full of paradoxes. The actual North Cape is a different small isthmus a little bit West of the one with the visitor centre on it (but don't tell anyone). And it's a nice visitor centre... if you've got a spare radar-listening dome to hand... they make a lovely coffee-shop...
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