A lesson in kindness

Trip Start Feb 02, 2010
Trip End Feb 02, 2011

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Flag of Norway  , Oppland,
Friday, July 2, 2010

Last night as Felix was making a lot of noise tuning Nina after pulling her apart again a man came out of the bushes between us and the road and gave us a little fright. He spoke a little english but managed to explain we were keeping his children awake with the noise. Felix apologised profusely and explained we were broken down and waiting for the mechanic to open in the morning. The man then said he had a little hytte down by the lake and offered it to us for the night.

 We packed up quickly and followed him down through a steep hay field to a little gypsy caravan by a lake. It was full of his children's floating water toys and other odds and ends for fun by the lake. Tucked down the back were two very narrow beds with a foam mattress on each. He showed us his boat and offered that we may take it out rowing, talked with us for a while longer then went speeding back up to the house, his van followed by a cloud of black smoke. Just like that our evening was taking a complete change of plan.

 Setting up for dinner on the picnic table by the waters edge we considered how our fate had suddenly changed, and the situation we were in. Again we had been met by a friendly stranger showing us amazing hospitality and kindness.

 So even with Nina’s being broken on our minds, we had a lovely night. I cooked and we ate by the lake in clouds of midges and mosquitos. We felt more comfortable with the door open so we used our new mozzie net across the door, held in place with two foam pool noodles which worked a treat. We slept in the same narrow bed, rolling over in synchrony throughout the night. I was very glad it doesn't get dark at night around here this time of year, every time I woke up thinking I’d heard something I was very happy I could look around and see clearly.

 This morning we washed in the lake and had breakfast in the sun before heading to the mechanic. Nina just made it up the hill back to the road, I had to walk. The man, Ole, (I think thats his name and the way it should be spelt) had called the mechanic with whom he was friends so when we arrived they were expecting us

 We were there for many hours, well a whole day actually and have been once again shown the most incredible kindness and generosity. They have gone out of their way to find a solution to the odd problem Nina has now, offered us tools, advice, coffee...it’s really hard to believe. Felix asked to pay them and the kind and chatty owner Per said “When travellers like you come through here like this, we write the bill on last years snow.” I feel like all this kindness is the universe conspiring to make me believe in the human race again, like its trying to show me how much good their really is so I can change my mind about all the badness in the world. It’s trying to make me believe, yes there is bad but their is also a lot of good, rather then how I feel now that it is mostly full of evil and only a few little pockets of good. I want to believe for these wonderful people but it’s not that easy.

 Finally we were ready to go and Nina was running, well enough, not like new, but like a bike should. One of the damaged old head studs had been replaced withe piece of M8 hardened (but not enough) threaded rod. On our way we dropped into Ole’s one more time to say thanks once again and when we started up Nina again the bitch was making a tapping noise in the head. Not one kilometre down the road and she was screwing up again. We  rode on, this noise has happened before and then stopped again. It didn’t stop however and not much later (twenty kilometres or so) we pulled into the forest just out of a town called Dokka - Nina had lost all power and there was no compression in the left cylinder, evidently the inlet valve was seized or bent. Felix walked a little further from where we were stopped to check there were no houses and was lucky to see two animals, maybe Moose, but they also could have been another type of elk, which I’m very jealous of, I really, really want to see a moose preferably with big antlers. We walked down the forest path to see if it was possible to drive further into the forest for a more concealed camping spot and found a nice little place that was even further from the bigger road and houses. 
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