Month: June 2017

Wet and Wild Germany

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It’s funny the things that you remember. Sometimes a moment captured in my mind is brought back by a smell, a visual reminder, the feeling of the heat radiating off Trinity or simply the temperature reading on her control panel. It’s not the beauty of the object or landscape that I remember most but how I felt in the moment. The feelings are branded in my memory.

The most wonderful part of every memory is that I’m transported back to that moment every time I experience one of these remainders. The excitement fills me as if I was experiencing it all over again. Those are the moments that make my travelling worth it. The moments that make me feel alive!

Today I was transported back to Utah.

I started my day in Lubeck, northern Germany. The old town is an UNESCO world heritage site with buildings dating back to the 1400s. It is very cute and quaint! I’ve included a few photos for you to enjoy (you may need to click on the photos and visit my Instagram page to view all the photos).

I spotted a chocolate store on my walk around which I decided to visit in the morning. I’m so glad I did. It is the most amazing chocolate store I have ever seen! I was like a kid in a candy store and all I could think about was how Mr G, aka the sweety monster and my ‘adopted’ big brother, would LOVE the store. I had no idea how I was going to fit it into my panniers but I knew I had to bring chocolates back for him. So I did, after having the house special marzipan and cream cake and a latte at 09:45. Yes, it was definitely overkill!

I was barely out of Lubeck and planning my day. 3.5 hours to Munster would mean that I could be there my 2pm and enjoy the day lazing around. That was the plan until route 1 came to a standstill. As far as I could see there was a queue of cars, three lanes across. One of the drivers eventuality jumped out of his car and said that the queue was 3km long and that the road had been closed off due to an accident.

We stood around chatting for a bit but when the traffic in the fast lane started to move I jumped onto Trinity and joined the moving cars. It didn’t take long before they stopped but I decided to drive through the standing traffic. I don’t often do this with my panniers on but I wasn’t keen on sitting in traffic any longer than I needed to.

The queue was easily 2-3km long. People were getting out of their cars and I was even waved by a family clearly trying to keep their toddler entertained. I was soon joined by a fellow rider who I let pass to pave the way. We stopped when we appeared to be getting to the front of the queue. I had no desire to see what had happened as the thought of someone hurt was upsetting enough.

My fellow rider was Swiss and was riding a Ducati Multistrada 1200; a gorgeous bike! He had been touring Germany with some friends and was on his way to Hanover for a Guns ‘n Roses concert and then heading back to Switzerland. How brilliant! I didn’t know Guns ‘n Roses still performed. I was slightly jealous!

We didn’t have to wait long before the traffic started moving. The accident involved two trucks, which explains the road closure, but fortunately it didn’t look too bad so hopefully no serious injuries were sustained.

With that I was off and only about 30-45 minutes off schedule. No harm done and I was ambling along nicely for 30 minutes or so and then I saw the clouds. There was a storm on its way and I was heading straight for it.

As it had been pretty warm and clear I was riding in jeans so had no weather protection. I knew I needed to stop. My stop couldn’t have been better timed. I had just enough time to pull off the road (not something I like to do on a motorway) and pull my waterproof riding pants on when the hail started. That I hadn’t expected!

I had stopped next to some trees along the road but the hail was battering through the gaps so I moved Trinity forward a few meters where I had maximum cover. The hail was blowing in strongly from the shoulder (the north I think) so I faced the road to avoid any damage to my visor. That was the last thing I needed. The strategy worked but resulted in my neck getting drenched. This was going to be a fun ride!

Fortunately the hail only lasted a few minutes. I had no idea how long the storm would last so I hit the road. The heavy rain and wind continued for about an hour; long enough for me to get thoroughly drenched. Strangely the storm didn’t bother me a bit. I think the storm I experienced in the USA had prepared me for anything. I had never been so scared in my life but I got through it so I would get through this. The storm was in Utah.

All I had to do was follow route 1 to Munster so even I couldn’t get lost. Around Bremer the sun started shining and it kept getting hotter and hotter, peaking at 37 degrees. I stopped to have a break and use the opportunity to dry off. Trinity played her part perfectly and makes a very pretty drying horse (see for yourself below).

Every move on the temperature gauge reminded me of a different place. When the gauge hit 32 degrees I was in Vancouver. I so vividly remember the shock of Canada actually getting hot that the temperature on my approach to it is firmly set in my memory.

When the gauge hit 36 degrees I was in Utah. At first I was in Canyonlands and Arches National Parks with their beautiful red rocks but as the temperature rose I was in Capitol Reef National Park. I remember the incredible heat and the feeling of being in the middle of nowhere when I saw a lonely cyclist along the road. I was completely humbled by and in awe of that cyclist!

I reached Munster around 15:00. I stopped at what I thought was a corner cafe but turned out to be post office. No water here! Now drenched with sweat I took a seat in the shade next to the store to find a place to sleep. It didn’t take long before I was chatting to a lady that had popped into the post office. She was so sweet! She thought I was very brave being on a motorcycle and it got us talking about travelling. Turn out she’s heading to Vancouver in six weeks time for four weeks. I gave her some tips of where to go and got quite excited when I thought of the places that I visited while I was in British Columbia. She’s in for such a treat!

On the lady’s advice I booked into a youth hostel near the city. I generally avoid hostels as I like my own space but thought it was worth a try. It’s certainly a lot cheaper than the hotels in this area. My attempt to be sensible with my money then made me giggle. Two nights ago I booked into a ‘BnB’ on Bookings.com that was on the beach and had on-site restaurant facilities. After a day of riding that’s all I wanted. I reached the BnB only to discover that it was a high school which let out its dormitory for extra cash. At first I was shocked but then I couldn’t stop laughing. This was an evening I was not going to forget. I look forward to remembering it with great fondness.

Lucky 21 – Norway

Melanie de Wet3 Comments

There is only one word that can describe Norway, western Norway anyway, and that is exquisite (just bring a raincoat)!

When I entered Norway a week ago I only had an idea of what to expect; who hasn’t seen the photos of the fjords.

The ride up north from Kristiansand to Stalheim was full of surprises. It started out warm and with rolling green hills, becoming more dramatic the more north I rode. The mountains on the approach to Folgefonna National Park along route 134 were covered in snow and the temperature dropped to a chilly 8 degrees. Once over the summit temperatures rose again and I was riding along mountain passes.

There were three things that stood out for along my ride. The first thing was the number of waterfalls; they are everywhere! The second was the bus stops. I love the bus stops! They look like little hobbit houses with their grass roofs. So cute! They are the best in the southern part of Norway though. Finally, the tunnels. The tunnels are amazing! Some are miles long, others climb through the mountains. I rode through one which had two roundabouts / intersections within it. I’ve never seen that before.

I stayed at the Stalheim Hotel on Tuesday night. The view from there is fantastic and the ride from the hotel to Gudvangen didn’t disappoint either. The steep hairpin bends from the hotel to the E16 was flanked by two dramatic waterfalls. It was quite breathtaking. Below are a few photos of the ride (hopefully you can scroll through the set).

I was heading to Gudvangen to catch the ferry to Flam. The 2 hour ferry ride follows the two fjords within a UNESCO world heritage area. It’s quite spectacular seeing the fjords from the water. The contrast between the wide expanse of water and the steep cliffs is impressive. Just avoid sitting at the back of a diesel driven vessel; the fumes can be a little overpowering.

Below are a few photos from the ferry ride.

I was intending to take the 2 hour Flam railway ride but sadly it was fully booked until the late afternoon and I had made plans to meet my friend Sally near Viksdalen about a 2.5 hour ride away. Flam is gorgeous and certainly worth a visit. Next time I will spend a night there and take the train ride.

The ride to Viksdalen took longer than planned because I kept stopping to enjoy the view and take photos. It’s really hard not to! You’ll see why below.

It was great to spend an evening with Sal. As always we chatted and laughed until we fell into bed. We headed in opposite directions the next morning. Sal was ending her trip in Norway and mine was just beginning. Sal had given me a load of tips about where to go and I’m so glad I took her advice. The next two days were undoubtedly the highlight of my trip.

The view about half a mile from the Lote ferry terminal made me stop in my tracks. It was spectacular! I pulled off the side of the road just before the start of the tunnel and had lunch perched on the concrete barrier. It wasn’t the most romantic stop but the view was worth it! Sadly the picture does it no justice but here it is below, along with a video clip of the view.

Briksdalsbre and the area of Olden could come straight out of a fairytale. I felt truly blessed to be there and was so happy that there was a cabin available in the heart of the valley. I spent the night next to a stream surrounded by waterfalls, with the Briksdal glacier only a 40 minute walk away. I had walked up to the glacier when I arrived and was fortunate to see part of the glacier break off and come crashing down like a waterfall of ice. The noise from the glacier was incredible; like thunder during a storm. Below are a photos from the area. This area I would revisit in a heartbeat!

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Next on my highlight list was the views around Geirangerfjord from the town of Geiranger. It is fair to say that it doesn’t matter which side you approach this town the view will blow you away. A definite must do if you’re planning a road trip to Norway. This was the view from the northern approach. The southern approach is even more spectacular.

The most north I travelled was to Tollstiegen; a view I was told not to miss. Sadly the weather did not play along and the valley was covered in fog. Nonetheless the ride down was spectacular. I could not see the waterfall from the top, although I could hear it, but I did see it on my way down the valley. The first photo below shows what I should have seen versus what I was able to see on the day. I will definitely return to see this view one day.

Sadly from here on the weather never improved. It pretty much rained solidly the next two days so I didn’t stop much. The two other things I would have loved to do were the skylift at Loen and to spend a night in Skei.

The weather was similar in Bergen. It stoped raining for about an hour, long enough for me to video call my dad for Fathers Day and show him around Bergen as I walked around. Then the rain started again so after lunch I spent the afternoon and evening in my hotel room watching TV and chilling out. After looking at the weather forecast I decided that I was going to head east towards Oslo. I was going to chase the sun and also see if I could avoid the ferry crossing back to Denmark. The idea of spending another 3 hours throwing up on a ferry appeals to me less than driving through Sweden.

I am currently sat in a cafe having lunch about 30 miles from Norway/Sweden border. The sun is shining and I’ve been reminiscing about the now 21 countries that I have travelled through by motorcycle. Without a doubt the USA and Canada still top my list but the Western Cape (South Africa), the Highlands of Scotland, the Swiss Alps and now Norway are on my ‘have to visit’ list.

On that note, it’s time to hit the road again! This time with the sun on my back…woohoo!! 🙂

 

Hello Norway

Melanie de Wet3 Comments

A week ago I was stopped in Ashford, too tired to make it to Folkestone. I didn’t fare much better the next day making it to just outside Amsterdam.

By Sunday I was gaining my strength back and making better progress. I missed the turnoff I should have taken to the west of Hamburg and ended up east of Hamburg in a little town called Malente; a peaceful little town set around a tranquil lake. It was lovely!

I had booked the ferry from Hirtshalls, Denmark to Kristiansand, Norway for 18:00 the next day, so I wasn’t going to see much of Denmark outside of the motorway. The ride was wet and the wind was howling! I strangely love the challenge but I was glad it wasn’t one of my sightseeing days. Below are a couple of photos taken at the port in Hirtshalls.

I hadn’t given much thought to the crossing itself as my thoughts were on arriving into Kristiansand at 20:30 and then having to find somewhere to sleep for the night.

I had a French style hotdog on the ferry before we left the port, thinking that it would save me having to find dinner when I arrived in Norway.

Of course, strong winds equals rough seas. That hotdog came back to haunt me over the now 3 hour ferry crossing due to rough waters. I was so sick and so sorry I ate that bloody hotdog.

When I arrived in Kristiansand all I wanted was a bed and a shower. I headed into the town but after 10 minutes decided I wasn’t leaving Trinity on the street, so I started heading north on route 9 towards Bergen. I had seen cabins advertised on-line in Evje so I was hoping to book into one of those. Worst case scenario I had my tent and would find a spot to sleep or just ride through the night – it’s only dark for about 3 hours after all.

I arrived at Evje at 22:20. There was nobody at the reception of the campsite but there was a sign saying (in essence) grab a set of keys, put your money in an envelope (£350 Norwegian Knone), pop it through the mailbox and enjoy your stay. Awesome! The last time I’d seen this was in Canada.

The little cabin was great value for roughly £30/$35. It had a bunk bed, a little kitchen (including a fridge, stove, kettle, coffee machine and all the cookery and crockery that you need) and a kitchen table with waterside view. Perfect! Below was my view.

Tuesday’s mission was to get to Stalheim and I rocked it, completely inspired by the incredible scenery around me. It was also an amazing 18 degrees Celsius when I left Evje, which I was not expecting, so that made me very happy. The warm weather was short lived though as the temperature dropped to as low as 8 degrees riding over the snow covered mountain passes. The change in topography was great though and also brought back great memories of my ride through the Alps last summer.

No day of mine would however be complete without at least one wrong turn. This one led me to the most incredible waterfall I had even seen on the side of a road. Due to the spray I took this video in my full bike gear (helmet included).

Once back on the right road, and two toll payments later, I made good progress and arrived at the Stalheim Hotel around 17:00. Yippee, I could have a beer and enjoy a stunning view and what a view it was.

I was starting to get a feel for the next few days to come. Hello Norway!