1st of catch-up
12.09.2012 - 14.09.2012 12 °C
My last day in Trondheim was spent as planned on Lexi's play date. We walked the dogs for over an hour and Lexi was of course in her element, another Labrador who loved searching out food in the park before running around madly. We were then invited back for a cup of tea (!) and went into one of the beautiful converted warehouses on stilts over the water that I had been admiring (and photographing) for the previous 2 days.
I then started the next leg of our trip and ended up in the most amazingly, jaw dropping carbuncle of a town in the midst of the stunning Norwegian coast line! The town planners should be hung drawn and quartered. They have disgracefully naff apartment blocks literally metres behind traditional wooden houses, a 1960's tower block blotting the landscape right by the sea and concrete structures that should be used as anchors! Well it certainly is a stark contrast to the beauty of the rest of the country and at least shows that the Norwegians can get it wrong too.
Accommodation is proving harder to find than I thought, with not a single 'hytter' or 'rom' sign for the last 20 miles, so ended up in a fantastic room in a motel (my first ever....) complete with mezzanine, huge wet room and leather sofas, but....it was in the middle of an industrial estate. When this town got it wrong, they got it really wrong.
For Friday's drive the sun was definitely winning over the rain and so I gave Lexi a short walk before we left so we could make the most of the weather for the coastal drive, which didn't disappoint. Even the 1 hour wait for a ferry was an adventure, with Lexi and I leaving the other drivers sitting in their cars while we went for a little hike. The ferry had left without us (I didn't take it personally but assume it was full) and we could easily see it's progress across the water and so could gauge the time we had on our hands. We went over the hill and down onto a beach on the far side, dramatic slices of rock gradually disappearing into the sea, which was of course an open invitation for Lexi to run into the water.
This ferry crossing was just the kind that are simply part of the road network and was at the tip of a penninsula and the 'port' so tiny and remote that there was just one small dinghy moored there. The ferry itself was a beast of a thing and it must have been an enormous task to turn it round and manoeuvre back onto the dock, luckily all I had to do was drive my Landy on. The further north I'm getting, the more my English registered Landy and I stand out. I'm getting longer and more inquisitive looks and today the ticket collector on the ferry actually asked if I was alone....well with the passenger seat and footwell clearly full and no back seats just a huge dog cage complete with dog, I'm not sure where he was expecting a companion to emerge from....the cool box maybe......