"Vik means bay," explains the Norwegian man. "And horn is a... like..."
He places his hand above his head like a horn and pauses, searching his memory.
"Oh, it's the same in English, yes?"
Each campground in Hornstrandir becomes a small community for a day, and each citizen is known by his nationality. With the Norwegian man we discuss our Austrian friends, and we pass on the advice of the Swiss man when he mentions that they're going over the pass to Hlöðuvik. He gives us some river-crossing advice for our day trip to the Horn, and we head out.