Lesson learned that I started today’s trip quite early, and realized the 20 KM ‘debt’ yesterday is a hard way – all way uphills to reach the city Dombas. Then I realized this was just a beginning. There was another 10 KM steep uphills road leaded me to a height where I was able to see surroundings in bird view. When I finally reached the top, what lies before me was not downhills, but a flat road extent to horizon. Fine, I’m at highland now.
A mini story that when I was climbing harshly, an arm suddenly reach out before me from a car driven by, and the man yelled ‘YOHOHO’.. I recognized it should be the man I met twice in Dombas city. The first time was before entering the city center, he stood along side the street with thumbs up – not to encourage me but looking for hitchhike. Funny that we met again when I was riding out of the city, so he should be caught a hitchhike for only around 5 KM. We had some simple conversation: both of us were heading for Trondheim. So now he surely reach there ahead of me.
The landscape in highland is… special. There are neither hills nor water aside the road, just wide wildness. At the end of eyesight there’s still mountains, with the top covered in snow. So we are here right in the middle, a flat road in highland driving around the waist of mountains.
As I was through a 30 KM uphills, and dressed myself in thick-heavy raincoat, I realized I was totally wet in underclothes and can’t help chill in frozen wind of the wildness. Such feeling was even worse than uphills – at least I can keep myself warm by sweating. I had to stop aside the road and change clothes. Some passengers were also resting nearby, they were wrapped in warm coats and eating breads, ‘amused themselves’ watching me naked. I was completely shivered with coldness, just act with top speed to dry myself with a towel against chill wind, took out dry clothes and put it on. I knew if I don’t do it now, I won’t be able to get up tomorrow. It was much better after changing clothes. Back to road!
I spend the lunch time in a inn along side the road, it could be the only one in this area. The cashier girl looks so alike ‘Arya’ of ‘Game of thrones’, I really tried to control myself from absurd request to take a photo together with her.
So I whistled and cycled happily, suddenly noticed I was almost at the edge of the clouds and the road appeared to be different: downhills?
Then there came the cooooolest part in my ‘career’ – endless downhills! I recognized this part is recommended officially in Norway’s tourist website, sure enough it turned out to be top worthy. The landscape surrounding is just amazing.
After depressed by dark clouds and rains for half days, I was completely refreshed by this wonderful route, I hailed cheerfully, put on my helm and started gliding.
Just think of this: You don’t have to give a single effort, just sit well could experience the proper speed – can make you excite and meanwhile safe enough, soar among valleys, 360 angle panoramic view without any blocks, whenever you feel like to photo, just hold brakes lightly to stop and take as many as you like… what else could be even better than these?
This golden route last almost 40 KM, my physical and mental power got fully recovered. When I reached easily to today’s destination: Oppdal, the computer bike told the distance today is already beyond 100 KM. Mission accomplished! I paid up the ‘debt’ of yesterday!
Since I’ve regained power, I decided to march proceed.
Not long after I came to the first camping site outside town. I hesitate for a while, figured I still have some energy, then set the ‘over target’ as next camping site which is 10 KM away. When I got there around 19:00, I was just tired out. Perfect schedule.
I walk into the camping site. It is a big one, rows of cabins over the hills, almost catch a village. There’s several mini-golf fields, the guest rooms stand in nice sequence, with some caravans parked in front. Everything seems perfect, yet something seems not right under dusk – There was nobody in this camping site. Not a single one. I found the reception, the auto-gate can even detect me and lift automatically, but beside the door there scribbled a word: closed. It was like a ghost village. There was no supply here. I frowned and checked the map. The next camping site is 15 KM away in front. It was a long distance for an exhausted one. It rained again. I was not sure if there were hills ahead, not sure if next camping site is on business, but I choose to proceed. Because of the fatigue, I cycled more and more slowly even it seemed to be just flat road. Luckily, the night didn’t fall as it is right summer.
20:00, through the rains I saw a gasoline station and 2-floor inn blur ahead. I staggered into it. A nice lady told me there was no more camping site ahead, but I can rest here. I walked around the building, actually this is not really a camping site, just a pavement playground where caravans can park. It charged 22 EUR for tents but not really have any grassland for tents. I felt my leg grew even heavier, and more freezing in rains. I set my tent unashamedly right under the window of the house, where is the only small piece of grassland I can find. This corner is right at the foot of the building so more or less windproof. Surely the grassland is wet, but finally I was able to settle. 130 KM. Energy overloaded.
The bathroom is surprisingly just the restroom of the restaurant, oddly just a plank beside toilette to make a ‘shower area’ – without clothes hook. The guests’ muddy footprint is everywhere, I can’t care any more about all these, just managed to shower rapidly and rush back to my sleeping bag. Cold. Tired. The ‘personal Menu’ made me around the edge of hunger and full. The rain dropped heavily on the tent above my head. With this echos of sound I fall sound asleep soon.