The North Cape is little more than a car park and a gift shop at a misty end of the European continent. Yet it has been a magnet for travellers and oddballs for centuries.
When I reached it myself on my trusty old Vespa one endless summer, I was struck by the atmosphere on that last stretch of road. Little expeditions from all over the world seemed to come together. Weekend warriors, world travellers and asphalt munchers, together en route to the finish line. They had left wee
