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'Today was Norway day'

Alsund – Trondheim (ish)

 

We went over numerous bridges, long tunnels under mountains, ferries, fjords, lakes, waterfalls, snow capped mountain peaks, people doing that walking with skis thing, and at one point I even saw a man wearing clogs.


Kit promised us (yet again) the most fantastical, bestest things ever in the world. He really is a man with enthusiasm for everything, so we were also expecting nothing but utopia/val halla today. And happily he did not let us down.


The day started off with a little going back on ourselves to see the Trolls Ladder, basically the Norwegian version of the Transfargian highway. Just as impressive, but Norway has gone one better and thrown in a waterfall. Not as much fun as in Romania as we were stuck behind a coach, and without power steering, it is a pain in the backside going round tight corners. But, I’m not really complaining, as it really was a pretty awesome sight.
The next step was to head for the Atlantic Road via a lunch stop in another picture postcard Norwegian town. Although slightly eerily there seemed to be absolutely no-one around. I mean no-one. It was about 4pm and the place was just deserted. Why are there all these buildings and no-one around? It is the nearest I could imagine to a post-apocalyptic world.


We really did get spoiled with the journey. Driving around lakes, fjords and mountains with beautiful sunshine. We hopefully have some great photos for MG Owners magazine (yep. I have subscribed. I am officially a sad old man).


Before the trip we had seen some photos of this crazy looking bridge along the Atlantic Road, and I was excited to be going over it. In fact, so much so, I went over it 5 times (under the pretense that Meg could get some good photos and footage. I just wanted to keep going over it). Unfortunately there was a lot of hype for this Road, and it was pretty much a 100m stretch, which wasn’t what I was expecting.


By this stage we had been on the road for about 8 hours, and not really gone as far as hoped. Charlie and her boyfriend Simon had stopped off for the night an hour or so from Trondheim, so that suited us. It was another picture perfect camp site, on a lake, etc, etc. We ate some whale meat for dinner (is that allowed? Morally wrong? Either way, I’m feeling guilty about it), and polished off a bottle of gin. Well, it’s the only way to take the edge off having to sleep in a tent.

Day 9

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