Californication: The Atlantic Road & Inland

The night was spent at a motel/camping site where I'd stayed a few years ago. The room was very tiny, especially for three people. A moment of hilarity ensued in the morning, when I woke up to the sound of a concerned Courtland below me in the bunk bed, as it was giving off suspiciously creaking noises. As I moved to turn over on my side, I distinctly heard one of the boards give way. I still don't know quite how I managed to scoot out of the bed and onto the ladder, but just as I did this, two more boards gave way and the two Americans below crawled over one another, screaming in terror. Fortunately nothing was broken, but the boards had slid out of position, leading to the very real possibility that they'd be killed by a falling, rotund Norwegian - and even if the fall didn't kill them, they might have suffocated. Such are the perils of a trip to Norway.

Anyways, the day started with a trip along the famous Atlantic Road. This is the most famous of the many bridges connecting the islands to each other.


It's an arresting sight.


Just before it, there's a small island where you can park the car and walk around a hill; it took us 15-20 minutes, but it can easily be done in 5.


Naturally, I was skeptical of the Atlantic Road.


The views inland are ridiculous.


Just stupid purdy.


Now, we were supposed to take the ferry across a strait, but I read the map wrong and thought the road along the coastline would be just 15-20 minutes. It took us a couple of hours, and that was with me flying low over some desolate areas. On the other hand, we had to stop frequently to take pictures, because, well... this... Albie, who hails from Switzerland, was commenting on how the scenery reminded her of home, and when she saw the cows, it was just "d'oh, that's retarded pretty".




Further inland, we came across this valley. Unreal.