Taking a days rest in Vossevangen proved to be a good decision, apparently it rained all day in most of Norway!
Left Vossevangen this morning in a light drizzle which petered out after about 10 minutes riding. Headed north on the E16 and turned off on the 13 to Myrkdalen, along a raging river and passing waterfalls every few km. Sorry, no pics, we were still in rain gear and stopping was a pita... buy yourselves a postcard!
Up the pass at Myrkdalen and into the fog. Pretty spectacular, like a mini Stelvio.
The descent was equally spectacular, wide streams sometimes right, sometimes left, too many waterfalls to mention. On to the ferry at Vangsnes to Dragsvik. Ferry payment was done by Autopass Ferje, valid on most norwegian ferries, quick and hassle-free. Ferry services are very efficient with boats generally running every 15-20 minutes. This ferry proved to be quite special, electro-powered! No throbbing decks, no diesel fumes... almost eerie, silent gliding through the fjord, sign of things to come!? You all know what a ferry looks like...
Then the sun came out! We stripped off the rain gear and the roads became drier and drier and a definite groove set in, swinging from one bend to the next. Almost no traffic, at times it seemed we were alone on the planet! Magic!
I had been on the lookout for a petrol station for quite while by now, the odo showed 160-odd km, reserve would be needed at 200. No service station to be seen, odo turned over 200, 210, 218... reserve. The climb up the next pass (Gaularfjellet) began shortly after. OK, another 30, maybe 40km left, next larger town that the GPS showed that had a station was 52km away. No way to save fuel uphill, but I coasted as far as I could once over the crest. Rolled about 5km before I started the engine again, rolling along in 5th at 60kmh. Splutter, splutter, with 16km to go, the GTL ran out of fuel at Holsen. As Wokis QJ is fuel-injected, trying to sap fuel from his tank would be a pita, so he took off in search of fuel. I'm now the proud owner of a bright red 5l (bit over a gallon for the Poms, 10.566 US pints for the Yanks
) fuel canister that I must cherish for the rest of my life, now that I know how much it cost!!
Anyway, on to Forde, Nautedal, Svelgen, Alfoten to Isane. A quick ferry hop to Starheim for the final 50km of the day.
Off for a bite...
piet
. Have always fancied that trip myself.
What followed was the finest Grand Touring I could have wished for! From roller coaster mountain roads, gentle sweepers along the flord shores to the wind-swept coastal road which culminated in the final part of the fabled Atlanterhavsveien from Vevang to Karvang. Lots of pics of that online, far better than any I could take. 
