That was the coldest night of my life. Double sleeping bags and bike jacket over my feet. Draw strings on the head cover pulled in so I looked like Kenny from South Park. It was my own fault for not being prepared and then not wanting to get all my warm stuff out to put on. As a result when the sun did hit my tent I fell asleep and had a great lay in.
Once up,showered, packed and on the move I quickly found a place for morning coffee. Whilst there I spoke to 3 local bikers and they said the route I was taking took me past the highest peak in Norway.(Galdhøpiggen, nope me either)
I cant keep saying it, but the roads and sights are a devine mix. Norway, its empties your wallet and steals your heart!
The run from the ferry to Laerdal was short and I decided to stop early as I wanted to check over the bike.
Sit’ Rep: The bike is holding up, there is wear on the chain and sprockets.
But I’m in Bergen on Tuesday and I have arranged a home stay with garage and tools via Bunk-A-Biker Norway. Its world wide but Norway is so expensive these people like to help out the weary and needy traveller.
Had a message from Jess asking where I am. Then asked if I’ve been through the tunnel yet. I’ve been through lots of tunnels. However my morning journey starts with the world’s longest tunnel.
Earth, Wind and Tyres 