Norway
Kristiansand. In our impression a bustling Norwegian city. While waiting in Denmark for the ferry, we got to know and appreciate Sabine and Günter. The two of them took us with them to their night camp. The first day in Norway we spent organizing a car pass. Romantic streets, many dreamy lakes and tunnels through which Max can just fit through. Anyone who is on the roads in Norway should know, speed limits are 50 or 30 km / h in urban areas, 80 km / h outside of urban areas.
One km / h too fast is 500 NOK, which is about 49 €. Before and after the tunnel, there are cameras that measure the time required by the individual vehicles. You can guess what that is about. From where I know this? Diana and Andreas, two Norwegians by choice who seem to have bailed out, warned us. But more about that later. Due to these restrictions, driving in Norway is thoroughly relaxed. Nowhere in the world have I enjoyed driving as much as here. Ferry crossings are integrated in almost every federal highway. Everything cool here too. Just drive on it, a little man or woman will come by with the scanner and scan the registration. After a few weeks, the bill will be sent home along with the toll.
We drive the small roads as usual. Southern Norway reminds us a bit of Upper Bavaria with its small mountain lakes. There are rainy days here too. After the first few days, Petra and I realize that this is a huge country. For this reason we use one of these days to make miles.
From the south via Stavanger, Odda to Tyssedal. Trolltunga is on the program.
We enjoy the driveway to parking lot P2 via mini-street. P3 is the starting point for the 18km march, which is booked out for weeks.
So P2 and then march. “I’ll get a ticket”, I say to Petra, “pack your rucksacks”. Arrived at the machine, a troll comes along and hits me in the face with a hammer! 500 NOK! 50 € per day! I turn around, returning to Petra and report to her. We whistle on the gnome’s tongue and look at a waterfall in the side valley
We seize the opportunity and continue to Bergen.
The old part of Bergen is basically a cute village. Relatively well maintained and clean. The port, around which everything revolves, is a tourist magnet. The market with its small stalls is absolutely worth seeing.
Here, too, the tourist troll GIVEMEYOURMONEYSON has taken place. Hot dogs are everywhere in Norway, NOK 68. And, so that the tourist from Euroland does not have to think about it, you write 8 € underneath. Reminder, the course is NOK / 10 minus 5%. What is 3.50 for a Bratwurst for the Palatinate is also the normal price for a hot dog for the Norwegian. In general, many things are similar to the Palatinate. The big difference is that you can stay the night anywhere, every 15km there are toilets with soap and warm water, and everyone speaks fluent English.
Help in an emergency and the troll apologize.
To come out of mountains after the nightmare. In Bergen, the E39 was closed for a fair without further ado. After three attempts, which always ended in the port, we came out of Bergen, so to speak, over a footpath. Further north. What we didn’t know at the end of the week, there are two troll stairs. We make a detour to a valley at the end of which there is a beautiful lake with a glacier. In front of us a yogh… ..- mug. On a single-lane bridge it hits and the vehicle comes to a halt. The road through the valley is blocked.
I get out and politely ask in English if I can help. “No English” echoes back from the huge camper. It’s Andreas from Germany who moved here to Norway a few years ago. Brake system compressed air line is broken and all spring accumulators are blocked. A phone call with roadside assistance gives you certainty. Nobody drives through here for the next two hours. I get my tools out of Max and start remove these things. We were invited to the campsite under the glacier by Andreas and Diane for a beer. Since we had nothing better to do anyway, we accepted.
Freshly baked at home. The Norwegians love them.
The subject of trolls is omnipresent here. So we started the next troll campaign. Troll stairs. That with the tongue was a failure. The stairs, however, are breathtaking.
Atlantic Cost Road.
We have Defender friends from Norway on Instagram. You have sent us a few coordinates that we are headed for. It is hard to describe how great this country is. Even with pictures it is actually impossible to document the epic beauty.
