Otta

Having made my way down from the mountains, I had to admit one thing: I had no fucking clue where I was. So I stopped at a gas station to buy a map and to stuff face on ice cream. Mmmmmmm, ice cream.

I looked at the map and quickly made the decision to drive towards Otta, whence I could go south to Lillehammer and then over the local mountain to Dokka. So here are my pictures from the lovely Otta. Well, to be precise, from the hills above Otta; the village itself sucks ass and is nothing to take pictures of.

At Otta the river by the same name meets the river Gudbrandsdalslågen.


I had taken a little detour towards Rondane National Park. The roads were swingy up here.


But the views were so nice.