Getting to Scotland took a few more days. I spent Friday mostly in a daze waiting for boats to carry me from A - B - C. Flying south on the same day didn't quite line up with the boat rides I needed to take so I decided to stay a little further south in Alta for the night. The harbour and airport are conveniently located next to each other, but unbeknownst to me my Airbnb was about 6km away from both. Not wanting to bother figuring out local buses or pay for a taxi I decided to walk. With my full array of packs that turned out to be more difficult than anticipated, and I arrived at the house completely and utterly drenched in sweat.
And to show that I am really as stubborn as I look, I did it again the next day, only this time I had a quicker trip to the Alta Rock Art Museum. I spent a few hours walking along trails of neat board walks around the harbour to admire the rocks that had been delicately carved with figures, animals and scenes of hunting and fishing - the oldest of which date back to about 4200 BC. After fueling up on my last filter coffee + waffle + brunost combo I caught a bus to my final couple of planes to take me back to the capital and onwards to Scotland early the next day.
Yet fortunately the planes all ran on time, and I made it sweaty and tired once more to my next stop. - the stupidly named Kick Ass Hostels in the heart of the Edinburgh Old Town.