Norway
it’s the first trip as organized that I remember in a very long time. I have a
clear objective that I want to get to, a route previously traced (which suffer
modifications, clearly), I find out about the places to stop and I make myself
a tour for each day. So, it seems I am growing up.
Coming
out of that group of island, when I stopped to find in my map what I was
looking for, it stopped next to me a pickup truck to offer its help, believing
I was having mechanical trouble (weeks later I would discover that it was a
rare thing; that people stopped… the mechanical troubles are not rare). After a
brief talk through our windows, we got out of the vehicles to keep on talking.
And beside some great gifts, he gave me great tips on the roads to take further
up north. And even the place to sleep that same night. Risør turned up an excellent stop before stepping on the pedal and
making it to the Fyr; a little town
where I was able to relax for two nights, and stroll around doing tourism as I
really needed to.
The place for Lindesnes Lighthouse is simple and concise, with some nice marked trails and an old lighthouse that keeps getting its job done of saving boats from the danger of the rocky coastline. In that place I met with my firsts travel mates, a French couple that were in Herräng and that had already told me they were heading to Norway after the dances.
With Etienne and Anne Marie, them in a VW T3 with their two kid, I shared the next few days of traveling that would teach me how to travel. Clearly, I am growing up.
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THERE WE GO |
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