Buen desayuno, 16º de temperatura, niebla y a las 7:30 en ruta.
Esta vez no nos hemos liado a la salida de la ciudad, aunque estaban en obras. A los 40 km hemos parado durante una hora en espera de tomar el transbordador por todo el fiordo de Lysebotn. Es el fiordo debajo del Púlpito, dónde estuvimos ayer de "paseo".
Como buenos españoles, hemos pasado de la fila oficial de embarque y hemos aparcado al lado de la barrera. A la hora programada el cobrador ha comprobado los tickets y ¡a bordo! los primeros.
Nos hemos acomodado en la cubierta de proa en primera fila. Aunque poco íbamos a ver debido a la niebla que se ha transformado en nubes. De hecho no hemos podido distinguir el Púlpito que se encontraba al principio del recorrido.
Nos han llevado a poca velocidad y daban explicaciones por los altavoces en noruego e ingles. Incluso han acercado la proa del barco a una pequeña ensenada y casi lo encallan. También hemos podido ver a gente volando en parapente que tomaba tierra al borde del fiordo.
Tras 2 h y media de recorrido hemos llegado al final del fiordo pero no funcionaban las rampas exteriores de tierra del embarcadero; estábamos ya todos los motoristas y conductores preparados pero no podíamos desembarcar. Han estado una hora (de reloj) la tripulación para arriba y abajo; atando y soltando amarras; y nos hemos podido enterar por un motorista sueco, de que el problema lo tenían en tierra; no tenían corriente para encajar las rampas de embarque. En un momento que parecía que la cosa se solucionaba, han bajado "saltando", los pasajeros que iban a pie.
¡Casi aplaudimos cuando hemos logrado bajar a tierra!
En el ferry el grupo de suecos, unas seis motos, estaban admirados de nuestra hazaña; venían de ver la fábrica de "agua pesada" en la zona del Telemark. Nos fueron pisando los talones durante 100km.
Tras "pisar tierra firme", subidita espeluznante, empinada de curvas y contracurvas, a los páramos.
Paisaje de alta montaña, de nuevo neveros y lagos de altura. Carretera estrecha con pocas oportunidades de adelantamientos. Paradas a tomar fotos con buena temperatura, 17º.
Bajamos al valle y cada vez hay más vegetación; las pequeñas poblaciones dispersas están "mimetizadas" en el entorno, pues las casas son todas de madera oscura y todos los tejados están cubiertos de hierba.
El GPS, "perdigón", de nuevo nos la juega y avanzamos y retrocedemos. Ya se decide y toma ruta. Cansados de tanta tensión, paramos a comer en un Motel muy elegante y al poco paran los suecos; la temperatura ha ido subiendo a 26º y hay nubarrones negros.
¡Wifi! Logramos contactar con los de Alicante; ya han llegado a Kristiansand y nosotros todavía a150 km.
Cuando estábamos en plena comida, cae un chaparrón tremendo y los suecos salen a recoger las cazadoras y cascos que habían dejado alegremente sobre las motos. (aquí no temen a los cacos, dejan hasta las llaves puestas)
Nos decidimos a tomar ruta de nuevo, tenemos muy claro que nos vamos a mojar, pero los pilotos deciden que no nos pongamos los trajes de lluvia, que sólo es una nube.
Pues ¡hala!, vaya chaparrón, 7 min que han valido como dos horas. Tengo muy claro que mi traje de moto no es Waterproof. Sale el sol de nuevo y un tanto empapados, paramos a calmar los ánimos.
Decidimos seguir y secarnos en el trayecto.
El reencuentro con los de Alicante; anécdotas mientras paseamos y cenamos.
Mañana a las 5 a.m. en pie para estar en fila de embarque a las 6:45 a.m. Salimos en ferry de Noruega a Dinamarca. ¡Sniifff! ¡Qué pena!
We´ve had a good breakfast; the
temperature was 16º centigrades, it was foggy and we were on the route at 7:30
a.m..
This time
it wasn’t so difficult to go out from the city, although they were on constructions in some streets.
We´ve beeen waiting for an hour to get on
the ferry by the Lysebotn fiord, 40 km
far from the set off point. That is the fiord
under the Preistoken, were we were for a walk yesterday.
As good Spaniards, we´ve decided not to
wait at the official boarding lane, and
we´ve stopped close to the toll. The assistant has checked our tickets on time;
the first to be on board!
We took seats on the bow deck at the
front row. Nevertheless we were not going to see very much because of the fog; that changed into clouds later. In fact, we couldn’t distinguish the Preistoken
as it was at the very begining of the fiord.
The ferry was quite slow meanwhile they were informating us by the
loudspeakers in Norwegian and English about curious facts.
They´ve even got the bow of the ferry
very close to a bay, and they nearly run aground the ferry. We could also see people doing
paragliding, landing at the side of the fiord.
After two hours and a half we´ve arrived
to the end of the fiord but we couldn’t get off because the ramps from land to
connect with the ferry didn’t work properly (didn’t match); everybody was ready to get off;
riders and drivers ready. They’ve been
an hour up and down; tighting and
loosing the ropes; and we’ve known by a Swedish motorbike rider; that the
problem was on land; they didn’t have enough energy to match the accecs
ramps. At a moment it seemed to be
ready and the pedestrian passangers could get off the ferry “jumping”. We neary
clapped when we could get off!
The Swedish riders were astonished, they were about
six bikes, they couldn’t believe we were
driving so far and such a long time;
they had been to see the “heavy water” Factory at the Telemark mountains
place. They were riding behind us for
100 km.
After getting off “on land”, we went up the mountain; it was
very windy and hilly, to reach the moors.
The landscape changed; snowfields again and highland lakes. A narrow
road ahead with little opportunities to overtake the drivers.
We stopped to take some pictures with a mild temperature of 17º centigrades.
As we
went down to the valley, there was more vegetation; the little villages here and there, were “blended” into the environment as the
cottages were in dark colur and with the roof covered with green grass.
The GPS,
“Perdigón”, again lost; leaded us
forward and backward. It got the route and on we went.
Tired of such a stress we decided to have
lunch at a smart Motel and in a few
minutes the Swedish riders did the same.; the temperature rised up to 26º
centigrades and there were some dark clouds in the sky.
Wifi! We succeded in geting in contact
with the couple form Alicante; they were already at Kristiansand, but we were
150 km far yet.
Meanwhile we were having luch there was a
strong storm and the Swedish went out to collect the jackets and helmets that they had left on the
bikes. (they are not afraid of thieves here, they even leave the keys on the
bikes.)
On the road again; for sure we were going to get wet because of
the rain, but the riders decided not to wear the rain costumes, it was only "one
dark cloud".
There it was!, what a shower!, 7 min worthy as two hours under the rain. I’m quite sure since
then that my motorbike costume isn’t a waterproof one. There the sun
was shining again and being quite wet, we stopped to calm down.
We kept on and got dry during the way.
We met again the Alicante’s couple,
Merche and Jesús; we were commenting each
anecdotes while walking around and having dinner.
We will get up at 5:00 a.m. tomorrow to
be queuing to go on board at 6:45 a.m. We set off on the Ferry fron Norway to
Danmark. Sniifff! What a pitty!
Vamos hacia abajo.... Os sigo.... :-)
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