what attracted the mister to norway, and inspired him to road trip was the great atlantic road. to be honest, it's a lot less impressive when you're actually on it (compared to the google image below) but the views were still breath-taking and we hopped out of the car ever so often to take silly photos or race around the little hills and islands. in fact, one of my favourite photos from the trip came out of leg-stretching stop. usually don't trust anyone to take photos for us (so we've plenty of selfies and poorly-taken timer-cam shots!) but this kindly german man toting a pro camera offered to take a photo on my iPhone. as a rule of thumb, i only pass my iPhone to strangers i think the mister can outrun. and this time, the german tourist looked like santa claus without the facial hair. took a calculated risk (the mister says i'm paranoid, he's probably right) and thanked him for his offer. and boy, was it a textbook shot in photo composition, complete with the right light. and you might know how hard it is to get the light right on the iPhone. all that fussy fiddly angling you've to do but somehow he managed it, and we've (what i think is) a great photo of us :)
the only problem with taking the great atlantic road so leisurely and enjoying every twist and turn was that the mister ended up driving in pitch darkness to the abbey we were spending the night at. it did not help that the area was so remote the GPS could only take us to the general vicinity (it was on a big island) but not the exact location. and a big, remote island is no fun to navigate in the darkness. but we found it eventually (phew!) and were given the entire house when the mister had just booked a double room. had a mini freak out when i learnt our bedroom door did not lock (the main door did) and again the mister rolled his eyes at my paranoia. guess i'm less trusting than the islanders and it was fine in the morning for no one had harvested our kidneys in the middle of the night.
the farmer / home brewer / coffee shop owner was a real sweetie. despite our unfriendly arrival time (11pm) he was up waiting, and made us a hearty supper. for breakfast, he comp-ed the aronia juice (his new product!) and was nothing but smiley and helpful. aw. and the perks of staying in an abbey garden that also makes its own beer is that we'd lots of it after breakfast, a safe time before setting off.
the only problem with taking the great atlantic road so leisurely and enjoying every twist and turn was that the mister ended up driving in pitch darkness to the abbey we were spending the night at. it did not help that the area was so remote the GPS could only take us to the general vicinity (it was on a big island) but not the exact location. and a big, remote island is no fun to navigate in the darkness. but we found it eventually (phew!) and were given the entire house when the mister had just booked a double room. had a mini freak out when i learnt our bedroom door did not lock (the main door did) and again the mister rolled his eyes at my paranoia. guess i'm less trusting than the islanders and it was fine in the morning for no one had harvested our kidneys in the middle of the night.
the farmer / home brewer / coffee shop owner was a real sweetie. despite our unfriendly arrival time (11pm) he was up waiting, and made us a hearty supper. for breakfast, he comp-ed the aronia juice (his new product!) and was nothing but smiley and helpful. aw. and the perks of staying in an abbey garden that also makes its own beer is that we'd lots of it after breakfast, a safe time before setting off.
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