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Sunday morning we headed on up about 9am to the hike trail. It was a 4 hr return climbing 600m above sea level along an excellently marked trail that must be famous as there were hundreds of other people doing it (and their dogs). The trail varied between gravel, to wooden boardwalks over boglands, to rocky cobbled stairs…to GIGANTIC BLOODY ROCKS THE SIZE OF MY HEAD! I think 70% of this trail was vertical rock stairs made for people 10 feet ...
... a few cars
ahead just sitting following the cars I had the idea bikes were not allowed to
filter here in Norway and so i had to sit.
It was boiling in this tunnel and my poor bike was overheating with
standing for so long.
Finally I saw another bike coming along the edge of the traffic and making
good progress. As he passed I noticed it was another Honda Transalp just like
mine and so off I went in the chase after him.
Letting him ...
... on a pleasant walk through a park I saw a gentleman who was completely naked. I know the Swedes have a reputation for open sexuality but this still took me by surprise. He stood talking to three girls having a picnic, with his hands on his hips and looking as though he was enjoying the sunshine. He looked a young arty type (although how I came to that conclusion when he was naked I am unsure) and everyone seemed to be acting as though this ...
No windsurfers to watch today as I write, just a lovely Fjord outside of the Norwegian town of Odda. We are resting up post our 22km hike through the surrounding mountains. More on that to come. Each entry I feel we have had an adventure filled week or so. This one is no different. We have moved slowly north on our Scandinavian leg of the journey and well into Norway. Due to lots of excitement, dot points will follow.
Varberg: post our ...
I must be loosing it, for some god knows reason I agreed to Bens idea of a 10hr hike. Up extra early, fed and ready to start the massive treak ahead of us by 7.30am. The first kilometre was a killer, a steep rockface that beat the air out of our lungs. While the second kilometre was along a ridge with unavoidable thick deep mud. By the third and continuing the treak became much more enjoyable and the scenery was absolutely breathtaking. The mountain range surrounding us was picture ...