Starting Location:Â Rollag
Ending Location:Â GiljastÃ¸len
Total Distance Traveled (including this day):Â 5670kmÂ
Bike Comfort Factor (1-10) :7
“Tired” Factor (1-10) :3
It is amazing what a good night’s sleep can do! Â We work about 8am and as Arvid and I were speaking a super-chirpy and happy/clean Gregg Eldred danced his merry way down to us saying how wonderful life is. Â Yup, he slept. Â The day before, he was, em… less happy.
The objective this day was to get to Arvid’s holiday home inÂ GiljastÃ¸len. Â We were to camp there for the night before heading onwards to his home town. Â A quick coffee and a shower later and the world was good. Â Everyone packed up and we headed on the long route to theÂ Norwegian Industrial Workers MuseumÂ in Tinn, near Rjukan. Â We headed south east on the 40 and turned west near Rosoya. Â The road got more twisty but everyone was fresh, so we all upped the game and the pace. Â Â The sun was shining but it was cooler than the day before so it was a nice day to ride.
We stopped just outside Tinn at a workshop. Â It was lined with American trucks with waterfalls to one side and mountains in the distance. Â Stunning to us but for the guys working there, just another day.
Onwards we progressed, moving up the narrow Fjord until we go to the museum. Â Â We parked our bikes and started the 1km uphill walk in our gear to the entrance. Â Stunning views, but hot hot hot.
Although an excellent museum in itself and with a history of being one of the largest Hydro Electric power plants of its time, the World War 2 history is what makes this place special. Â This is the site of the Nazi heavy water plant which had to be sabotaged in the war. Â Click hereÂ and here for the details. Â Â You treat a place like this with reverence. Â When we walked into the main entrance Gregg eschewed that reverence by asking the reception lady a question that will stay with me forever.
“Mam is this one of those museums where I have to keep my pants on?” Â Obviously Gregg was a tad hot and figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. Â In fairness the lady looked like she had never been asked that question before so I guess we made her day. Â Quick lunch and then an hour walking around the museum.
Fascinating place in a stunning destination. Â But we were eating into the day and had a long way to go, so onwards heading soutwest still on the 37, then turning onto the 45 at Dalen and south to Rysstad. Â Arvid promised us one more winter. Â Boy did he stick to it. Â We came off the main road onto the FV337 mountain pass to Â TjÃ¸rhom. Â This road got very narrow and we came across more frozen lakes, damns and 2 metre high snow drifts. Â Just a few photos, but it was cold, but stunning. Â Walking through the snow here was when I started to realise that my boots were in bad shape (more on that at the end of the trip).
We got back onto the 45 and rode along a stunning Fjord all the way toÂ Dirdal. Â We would be retracing that route the following day, so no need to stop for pictures. Â We came off that road and rode uphill to the holiday cabin. Â Surrounded by sheep, I started to realise that my exhausts were way too loud for trying to see wildlife. Â I keep the revs low all the way up. Â Passing by sheep and lambs is ok, but if you see a lamb on its own, be very careful because he will bolt in any direction.
We made it to the holiday home where Arvid seemed to make a meal from a combination of rice, Pringles, pasta in sauce and bread. Â We have no idea how. Â Gregg and Roy got the spare room. Â Chris and I tossed a coin for couch or floor. Â Chris lost. Â I was happy with that outcome. Â Its a sorry state of affairs when I am amazed that I have a couch to sleep on! Â Bed by 11pm.