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no need for a tent
I would like to write a little about our sleeping habits, or more accurately our chosen spots for slumber. We are not fussy about them and neither are we shy.
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Most of the time there are plenty of grassy areas to pitch our tents and pitch up we do, whether it’s by small stream or by [...]
plateau 6
Leaving Lililhammer, we realised that this ski resort town was surprisingly less welcoming of 2 rag tag cyclists than the more open country areas we had previously experienced. All across Norway our waves and hellos to passers-by had been reciprocated with as much good will. In Lillihammer however, our ‘good middags’, ‘hejs’, waves and cheeky [...]
petrol, couches and hills
So, it’s been a while since we last spoke. I’ll let Tom explain most of what’s happened in that time, I’ll concentrate more on the mundane activities.
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So, yesterday we were in a funny little town called Dokka, and by funny I mean that there were dirt bikes and rally cars racing around a track 50 [...]
The Hill/Bishop relationship: love on the rocks.
Before we set off to Norway I liked eating the odd steep hill with my bike tyres, chewing them up as I pedalled, spitting out tarmac behind me. Norway has made me revise my taste for, or relationship with, hills. They are especially testing when they keep appearing in front of you when you’re least [...]
I am like the yolk in an egg
We are in Bergen. Fact. Bish has been trying the pickled herring on a regular basis to make sure but we are here, we can tell from the lack of pikies. Bergen is the second largest city in Norway but it’s amazing really, like a really big Little Missenden, and for those of you that [...]
Bergen I do believe
After all this talk of mishaps, foul-ups and blunders, you, our ever faithful audience must think we are either extremely unlucky or very incompetent. I like to think that all this stuff could have happened to anybody on such a rag-tag adventure like this. Besides, if everything went to plan our blogs would be even [...]
Race against time
Our ferry left Newcastle last night, promptly at 6:30. Things worked against us, we raced the clock to catch the ferry but would we make it? Read on to find out.
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We were staying at my cousin’s flat yesterday and planned to leave at about midday for the ferry port. Tom had already booked our tickets and [...]
People we’ve met
Tonight we’ll be on the ferry over to Bergen, leaving sunny England behind us for a little while. We kept saying that this trip is all about the people we meet so let me introduce you to some of them.
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Geoff recently lost or quit his job (I forget the details), sold his house, bought a [...]