I knew it might be a nutty make the most driving 1,100-kilometres in two days along norway
coastal road. so why did i do it?
nicely, it wasn’t for the weather. it drizzled most of the time with the solar taking a sneaky tantalising peak through the clouds every now and then. the elements teased right thru to sundown at 11pm – a past due sunset is a a quirk of norway’s daytime cycle at some stage in the summer time months.
it wasn’t a boozy trip either as a humble pint of beer knocks you returned £12 and with just over five million human beings in a area as big as the UK, the nightlife changed into now not precisely heaving.
and neglect approximately the romance of negotiating winding roads at speed – the 80km/h (50 miles) limit is strictly adhered to and with none unique fine variety, a rushing satisfactory could empty the bank coffers.but there are some compelling motives: the roads are wholly first rate – a certain sign of the fee and interest paid to the infrastructure – the scenery of fjords, waterfalls, mountains and extravagant greenery is remarkable and with six road-ferry combination stories peppered all through the street ride from stavanger to trondheim, you get to peer distinct perspectives of the scenery from the water.so, i picked up my 2-wheel pressure mazda cx-three in stavanger the nighttime before – a automobile which for a mildly worried driving force like myself – regarded solid enough to influence me via some hair-pin strewn mountain roads and narrow tunnels.with a lot daylight i explored stavanger that first night. it’s a good-looking metropolis with a quite harbour, wavy streets lined with white clapperboard houses. there’s a pretty lake too replete with swans, seagulls, ducks and some loitering sparrows that broke out into a frenzy at the mere trace of any bread being thrown their way.within the morning i wakened with the birds around 5am for an early 6am start for the primary leg of the experience to loen. i braved the drizzle and were given into the auto with a trusty breakfast % in hand, which i learned turned into a relatively-prized provision seeing that there was not a single eatery alongside the way other than on the unusual petrol station and probably at campervan accommodations.