We arrived on August 5 to Hirtshals in northwestern Denmark. The next day we took the boat to Bergen, "Pearl of Norway" (with emphasis Frederic Mitterand), a third stage. At this time the weather is magnifique, et ce depuis plus de 48h!!! Le ciel est bleu et nous sommes sur les falaises a cote du port. Devant nous une mer d'huile et derriere, le phare blanc et le sempiternel drapeau danois qui flotte.
Nous sommes arrives le 18 juillet a Amsterdam, et nous n'avons pas traine au Pays Bas. A Assen, nous sommes tombes sur un energumene accueillant mais fêle. Un destin un peu tragique de l'immigration avec quelques problemes psy... Las, trempes et un peu hagards nous avons suivit Ali chez lui et avons ecoute la tirade de sa vie a la fois impressionnante et compliquee. Mais son monologue incoherent et emporte a eu raison de nous et nous sommes tombes comme des mouches sur le grabat, jusqu'a ce que le lendemain, l'air vicie de l'appartement drives us apart. But point out campaign! Only the periurban or open field, shredding wind turbines, towers and lines of communication. Drowned in the tidal Marree cyclists, we lost our "status" of passengers on a bike! After the United Kingdom and Ireland, where everyone was talking to us, or the campaign was smart and cheerful, the transition was stiff!
The rain has continued to Germany. A Pappensburg we suffered a terrible storm. We were just below the shade of an oak tree (!) In the middle of a meadow. The next day we asked the tent in a field of motorhomes. Too lazy to look better! And indeed our neighbors were very nice: family Siegert, with Mathias, Heike, a young married Eastern in 1989, and their two daughters, the oldest, Maria, 21, is the interpreter. With them we are talking about the Wall and films like "Good By Lenin" or "The Lives of Others", who have many keys. Around beers and cappuccinos, we pass one of our best evenings.
The next day, rain and storm are back. We take for info on ticket prices train to the border Danish: 67 euros to go to Flensburg and with two bikes! Impossible in France with SNCF ...
The next day we attack so the Viking land, or the happiness of the calf ... It is the ideal country for a relaxing holiday making barbeucs, the bike without getting tired and cut pieces of fat with the friendly in Denmark. In the ports the ships are beautiful: lots of 3 masts and sail-like traditional longship.
Life is very cool in the first Scandinavian country we are experiencing. There are many shelters "trappers" hide here and there where you can spend the night. After 3 days, we meet Daniel, a German came to tour the country by bicycle. At 25, he had a few trips "backpack" behind him, but the pedal for the first time. We spent five days together and last night, stop in our tracks by a storm, we are sleeping in a cabin fishing on an isthmus. With fire! For our farewell party we were enjoying the fire crackles. The wind blows out and we are properly installed under the thatched roof and into our sleeping bags.
few days later, after crossing the smooth, flat countryside, here we are near to climb in the last ferry to Norway and its fjords, where we found Frank and Mary Jo and took the rest with them. In effect, Hirtshals, we pass the threshold of 2000 km! The
we sleep for the first time at the beautiful star after our noodles ...
And here we are August 25 in Gothenburg, Sweden!
We spent barely two weeks in Norway. For us the most beautiful country in the world. It's a miracle that we found a computer and an internet cafe (and scandinavia yes everyone has his "Laptop" or "Notebook" and uses the wifi ...), no USB port or SD ...
So we have welcomed the Fjords: transparent metallic black water, snow, wooden houses, steep slopes ... Here the rain is a necessary evil to appreciate the nuances of lights and shadows that reveal a smooth view of the mountains on the horizon. Cedric said that it looks like the port in the Alps but Bono
...:-) We arrived in Bergen so. In this beautiful city we have been impressed by the size of tugboats, Amara on the docks. L'Abeille Flandre beside looks ... From a bee! It can imagine the power of the storms down the winters.
Nous avons fait la connaissance de cyclo-randonneurs, plutot aguerit, avec qui nous avons passes un bon moment a echanger des souvenirs et des conseils. Ayant prit rendez vous avec Francois et Marie Jo a Trondheim plus au nord, nous avons fait un bout de trajet en bus en longeant la cote et en prenant different bacs (entre les deux villes s'etend LA region des fjords).
A Ålesund, nous avons repris la route en lacets dans la fraicheur de cette fin de saison. Le tapis des sous bois commencait a regorger de baie et les bords de routes croulent sous les framboisiers. Partout il y a de l'eau claire qui sourdre et coule en ruisseaux, en cascades, en rivieres tumultueuses turquoises a travers la foret boreale et le long des versants de montagnes. Il n'y has only to stoop to drink and wash with cool water!
After a few passes, a few villages, some ferries across fjords, we joined Trondheim, where we waited four days of intense pampering! Resto, sleeping and camping in a small cottage to enjoy all four meet. Only the weather was unpleasant and that is what drove us to decide especially halfway around August 17. We joined
Oslo by train, always with Francois and Marie Jo, and enjoy the scenery and sleepy.
Then we had 2 weeks to reach Copenhagen. The road was not always pretty nor very quiet, we often had doubts about our choice of route. We really regret deeply not to have pushed a little further north, and experienced the miracle of the Lofoten fishery, for example! But the fall we fall over with his pumpkin, his mature and wild geese which pass immence colonies over us, we reassure ourselves and think of the roasted chicken with chestnuts, eaten as soon!
Time comes to an end. In a few days in Copenhagen we will or we will take the bus to Cologne, where we expect the marriage of Kerstin and Jan 5 September ...
soon for new adventures with wheels. Big kisses to everyone and enjoy!
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