To the north! #
Well-rested, we cleared up camp and took stock of the next major leg of the journey: a 1000+ km trip up Norway's west coast, a route that includes five ferries and many hairpin bends.
We (a term that definitely includes myself and Anneley and adds various other friends depending on the year) always celebrate the summer solstice by going somewhere with a view and staying up all night until the sun comes up. Not because we're (particularly) pagan, but because it's generally a good excuse to get some friends together, walk up a hill, and spend all night drinking beer. When planning this trip we made the dates cover the solstice so we could have the experience of more latitude than we normally had at hand in the UK.
However, bearing in mind that we're sat in Kristiansand on the morning of the 19th of June and the solstice sunrise is the following morning, we knew that we had no chance of reaching our northmost goal of Kristiansund in time. But, having done a bit of planetary maths before we set off, I knew that if we could get there only a couple of days after then we would still be able to celebrate the shortest night that we would experience on the trip whilst at our most northerly point. So, we gave ourselves four days to get to Kristiansund!
Should be easy, right?
Our GPS trace went wonky this day so you'll have to make do with the planned route, but I think we managed to stick to it completely:
We left Kristiansand heading west along the E39. As main roads go this is pretty spectacular, but we got our real first taste of what was to come when we turned onto the rv44 at Flekkefjord. A glorious, windy coast road! Hooray for wiggly-edged countries!
For no other reason than that it was the first hit on google when searching for campsites in Stavanger, we headed HERE and set up camp. A bit of a strange campsite, it feels like someone's put on a festival in a park. There's a fairly major road very close by and we all got woken up at about 3am by what sounded like a street sweeper passing within about six feet of the tents... oh well, all part of the experience.
There was a little bit of rain, and while we were cooking dinner a friendly local asked us where we were going, and assured us that there was lots more rain coming! Oh boy, hairpin bends in the wet? Hmm... well, let's at least try to stay dry for the evening and see what fortune brings us tomorrow.