I had an awesome week at the lake, climbing 2 different mountains not all the
way, made some amazing pics and videos. Choped down a tree with just a knife and
slept a night in a hammack. Geeze i had forgotten how bad that sleeps, fucking
anoying and o so cold even with a sleepingback and a sleepingpad. And i tested
my skills to create a trap for chasing bad guys, wich succeeded ok a nice strong
springpole on chesthight..... yes i did dismantle it before i left lol.
Caught very few fish just 2 Grayling fish. It was a very difficult lake to fish
and i didnt fish a lot either to be honoust, day 5 of the trip i threw out a
blinker at the back of the canoe and let the line go till the end to troll it
behind the canoe, but the blinker got stuck and the line snaped at the end, so
that was end of fishing for this trip. Canoeing around the whole lake 13 miles
long. One of the last days i was on the other side of the lake and had to paddle
all the way to the other side of the lake wich was like 10 miles and that days
the wind was soo strong and rain all day long. First 5 miles against the wind
last 5 miles with the wind in the back oei the waves from 2 feet high almost got
in my canoe.
The day of return had come, starting at 6:00 in the morning with canoeing back
to the path thru the hills, and waling the 9 km across the gravle road to the
point of pickup. I had decided to go to Jotunheimen Nationalpark and hike there
for a week, or if that was impossible from the snow drive to Hardangervida
National park to hike there for a week. only 300 km to drive but the navigation
system calculated 8 hours WTF must be all small roads, and indeed they were. The
only small town i crossd i wanted to sleep in a lowbudget place but there were
none, my outdated lonly planet had either wrong adresses or they hadnt opened
yet since Norwegian tourists season is only july august and september. Getting
money from an ATM cost me 20 euros and gave me a hand full of euro biljets WTF i
dont need no euros ive got those already i need fucking krones, nobody takes
euro's in norway! So driving on to the Park ariving in the evening and walked
for 5 hours. The tourist station i went to to get a map from the paprk had told
me its to early to hike since there was too much snow, well i could walk all
evening and found a lovly place on the mountaintop for my tent. Next day early
up getting my tent stuffed in my backpack and on the go again, 15 km across the
mountain passage t the next stop, in the morning i encountered the first patches
of snow the marked footpaths dissapeared in the snow. Walking thru it went slow
and was dangerous since the mountains were covered with boulders the size of you
and me and due the snow i couldnt see where i stepped. My feet and legs were
frozen from the snow even in my expensive hiking boots, while my upper body was
buring in the sun but what a nice spot was this. A light blue frozen lakes amid
the snowcovered mountaintops. Almost broke my feet and legs a couple of times
but finaly made it to next stop were i could place my tent. Next day it was
snowing, raining and storming all day i had to stay in the tent all day. The day
after i walked back the way i came snce it was too dangerous to walk thru and my
boots were frozen. 6:00 in the morning on the go downhill went faster and i
arived 3 in the afternoon baack at my car jumped in and drove all the way to
hardanger vida.Sleeping in a hostel since it was too late to get a map next
morning getting a map and went to the park when i arived it hailed so that
started good. few hours in the hike it started to storm and snow realy hard cold
and wett i got since i had no raincoat and was amazed to see the whole area
white from the snow.
Late in the evening found a spot for my tent al cold and wet my sleeping back
felt like never before. 3 days more i hiked thru the barren hills of Hardanger
fidda without seeing a single person i loved it. I had planned to drive to the
town where the boat left the same evening i arrived back at my car sinze it was
only 300 KM on the map. Yet the navigation system showed it took 8 hours drive
and i had to drive first to fucking oslo! That sucked anyway instead i drive to
oslo sleep there and go to the boat the next morning. Here it started the hostel
had no single room, feeling i needed to sleep very well and felt nothing about
the idea of sharing a room with some student or drinking teenagers i went off to
get a hotel instead, DowntownOslo looked like a saterday night people all on the
streets with booze and stuff. Most hotels had no parking or were way to
expensive i had drivven 2 hours in oslo and got angry tried 2 more hostels in
the area bu they didnt exist anymore fucking lonley planet. 2 motels on the way
told me they were full and made me even more angry. Then drive to the boat place
to get a hotel there instead hours drive........ Ariving in Kristiasand 10:00 in
the morning Here same problem again 3 hotels said they were full i didnt believe
shit of it i gues i looked and smelled like someone who didnt sleep in a bed for
2 weeks, other hostels didnt exist or went open only at 3 in the afternoon......
Now i am realy tired and aggressive i feel like parking my fucking car in the
hotel lounge and take a nap right there what now full my whole fucking car fits
in it ....... I just want to get out of this fucking place and go to the boat
buy a ticket for the first boat at 15:00 from Fjordlines and go to a local
camping to wait the hours till the boat goes. The only way to the camping is
beneath a small viaduct a truck drives in front of me, and the sign 3.6M high
had my attention immedatly as a trucker and saw the truck drive very slowly
towards it. Expecting the trucker to get out and see if it fits instead he
drives slowly against it and i see the whole container bend the trucks frame
FUCk. An hour later when i came back the truck was gone and i could go to the
camping. Waited till 2 a clock, get my stuff ready and head to the boat, ariving
there i go stand in lane Fjordline and give my bookingsnumber to the ticketboy
and receive my passes to board the boat and the car ticket, go stand in line 20
he tells me and points the lane just straight ahead, me driving to lane 20 i
found it to be the last line. Sure i will be last from the boat so custums can
check my car i knew just as on the wayto norway. Waiting in burning sunn 3 a
clock passed some message was broadcasted in 15 minutes the boat will arive oh
it is deleyd a bit or something whas an idiot i am thinking by myself in Holland
the boats are always on time. 4 a clock has passed and i am still waiting in the
burning sunn fuck and soo tired. finaly 5 a clock the ticketboy comes to check
my ticket and let me on the boat, oh sory man you have a ticket from fjordline
this is colorlines i cant let you on the boat WTF OMG. Almost drove on the boat
anyway but i better go back to that crazy fjordlineboy who send me to this
fucking boat, i find him gone and some other bitch tells me she cant do shit, me
going to fjorline office just closed ofcourse ok then go to fucking colorlines
to buy a second ticket for this fucking boat. No sory sit we dont sell you a
ticket to this boat me going crazy yelling all sort of obscenetys to this
colorline whore in my own languige. Anyway for all dutch people, driving goes
much faster and is much more funn across the bridges and ferry instead of fucked
up ferrys to kristiansand! So all fucked up i drove the 600 km back to oslo to
start my 1200 KM drive thru sweden germany and denmark to holland instead. With
amazing memorys of the beautifull Norwegian inland but a profound hate towards
Oslo and Kristiansand!
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