What a difference a machine makes. The holiday is not over yet so after a short pit stop at Fort Bhullar and a quick change of carraige, the game was on again. London here I come.
I have driven many times to London from Ålesund in the past so I thought I’d try something new this time – a new route involving the ferriess I had used to get in and out of Denmark. I usually use the main roads.
It goes some thing like this: Ålesund – Oslo – Gothenburg – Malmo – Copenhagen – Rodby –Puttengatten – and then the autobahns in Germany, just touching The Netherlands and Belgium and France.
First I would avoid Oslo and try a diffrent route – into the mountains and national highway 51 . Even after bragging about my navigational skills a few days ago, I managed to make a boo boo. I started at 0300 in the morning so I could take the ferries. I had planned a route in my head and map. But first I forgot my map at home then I tried to be smart by using a GPS. Well I took 3 ferries and and 3 hours later I landed at a spot where I could have driven in one hour without taking any ferries. A very smart sardar.
Anyway on one of the ferries I met this blond girl asking for directions. She wanted to get to this place, which meant she had to take the ferry and drive straight on the only road leading to the town. There was no other way but to take the ferry. But she said she wanted to drive and avoid the ferry. I told her it’s the only way unless she was prepared to take a 500km round trip to get to this blond wonderland. I told her when she gets of the ferry there is only one road and she should take it and where the road ends, that’s the town she wants to be in. She thought this a very complitated set of instructions. So as you know I am a sucker for blonds I told her I would help her out by running the point on the connvoy and take her to the town (which was on my way anyway). So the gentleman in me drove in the front and she followed through this maze of a single straight road to her town.
That started with the cloud cover but as it went along the sun came out and it was hotter then hell. You know what happens to hairy Indian men when they sweat – they smell and get ichy all over. One of the curses we have to live with. Talking about curses, another we have to deal with everyday is our handsomeness. I know we are too modest to say it ourselves.
Anyway back to the drive. Oh the RV51 road is just beautiful - the high mountains and lakes and long straight roads.
While on the drive i was listening to the radio and on the news they said the highway department is cutting the budget for the cycle roads project by one third yet at the sametime the governmentt MP and the highway department said they would like to see more and more people on the cycles. I don’t know sometimes. It seems like these people wake up in the morning and say to themselves how can I make myself look like a fool today. Aaaah maybe I should say two totally contradricting things.
I landed in Denmark on a fast ferry from Larvik. It’s a sleek vessel, but it’s a beast when it comes to parking your car inside. When it opens to unload its seems like the cars wont stop coming from inside its belly. It takes forever, but after a fast 4 hours you are in windy Denmark.
I am at the same beach I cycled on last week. I am just taking my revenge by coming on a car and staying the night on the beach, drinking beer and writing my blog.
This is the life.
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