The library of Last Train
North of Oslo the best spots were unreachable because of floods. So I had to take a little detour to reach Ă…lesund.
A Kajakers emotions...
Riding over the mountains, I got into terrible rains and this is where I interpreted Leona Lewis' song Run a little more literallyLight up, light up
Pretend the rain could stop
Of all the beauty here surrounding me
I can hardly see a thing!
I know this is not perfect, but what do you want, I am a coder, my lines don't need to rime.
And imagine yourself on some mountain road, above your head only black clouds, rain poring worse than under the shower, 10 degrees and winds of 120 km/h (100 produced through speed and 20 wind)
And then, all of a sudden, you can see whiter clouds far in front of you. I tell you one thing, now you can let out your emotions, you would convince every Dieter in this world:
BRIGHTER, BRIGHTER!
And let me see the sun
...
This song would be following me along the road and I'd be desperately longing for some sunshine very often.
The next day I was heading back a part of the same road and it was partly sunny. And yes, it WAS a beautiful landscape.
On the ferry crossing the Moldefjord, I met Rolf with his Road King. He took me along the Atlantic Road and invited me for a drink in the clubhouse of Hunters Kristiansund. These guys bought an old bunker, they call it The Cave. Quite unique.
The beer stays closed!
I spent two nights in Trondheim and then headed towards Sweden already again...
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