Starting Location: Rollag
Ending Location: Giljastølen
Total Distance Traveled (including this day): 5670km
Bike Comfort Factor (1-10) :7
“Tired” Factor (1-10) :3
It is amazing what a good night’s sleep can do! 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. Yup, he slept. The day before, he was, em… less happy.
The objective this day was to get to Arvid’s holiday home in Giljastølen. We were to camp there for the night before heading onwards to his home town. A quick coffee and a shower later and the world was good. Everyone packed up and we headed on the long route to the Norwegian Industrial Workers Museum in Tinn, near Rjukan. We headed south east on the 40 and turned west near Rosoya. The road got more twisty but everyone was fresh, so we all upped the game and the pace. 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. It was lined with American trucks with waterfalls to one side and mountains in the distance. 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. We parked our bikes and started the 1km uphill walk in our gear to the entrance. 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. This is the site of the Nazi heavy water plant which had to be sabotaged in the war. Click here and here for the details. You treat a place like this with reverence. 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?” Obviously Gregg was a tad hot and figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. In fairness the lady looked like she had never been asked that question before so I guess we made her day. Quick lunch and then an hour walking around the museum.
Fascinating place in a stunning destination. 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. Arvid promised us one more winter. Boy did he stick to it. We came off the main road onto the FV337 mountain pass to Tjørhom. This road got very narrow and we came across more frozen lakes, damns and 2 metre high snow drifts. Just a few photos, but it was cold, but stunning. 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 to Dirdal. We would be retracing that route the following day, so no need to stop for pictures. We came off that road and rode uphill to the holiday cabin. Surrounded by sheep, I started to realise that my exhausts were way too loud for trying to see wildlife. I keep the revs low all the way up. 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. We have no idea how. Gregg and Roy got the spare room. Chris and I tossed a coin for couch or floor. Chris lost. I was happy with that outcome. Its a sorry state of affairs when I am amazed that I have a couch to sleep on! Bed by 11pm.