Haugesund

The most frustrating thirty minutes of this trip so far has to be last night’s jammed sleeping bag zipper. It’s especially annoying because that was the only thing preventing me from getting cosy. Eventually with a multitool and an unhealthy amount of cursing I managed to unjam the zipper and I wasn’t sleepy anymore.

Today morning it kept raining until I reached Haugesund. I wanted to go a little further, but then I met a lot of interesting people. Most folks traveling as couples; some folks going south, some east, some north. I went to a cafe for lunch and as I was leaving the cafe, I met another undeniably cool person who is also riding a Surly Ogre (my bike make). All the conversations I had today was totally worth using up the day in Haugesund. Haugesund is somewhat interesting as a city, being close to the old Viking power center of King Harald Fairhair. But apart from a monument and a mysterious cross on the hill, I couldn’t find much more. The girl at the campsite reception said “The monument is probably Harald’s grave, but no one knows!”. Haugesund also hosts a film festival.

The campsite at Haugesund isn’t as uptight as I imagined it to be. Right next to the coast; the organisation is quite laid back, but with a hint of being a serious business. It rained so much during the time I was setting up camp, my tent got wet on the inside. So in hopes of drying up my tent, I took some time in the grocery store and figured out a dinner. I must say these polarbröd could be my next go-to.

It’s very windy at the coastal campsite, enough to shake the tent structure, but hopefully my pitching alignment will keep the rainfly from tearing off the tent, I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.

Good Night!

Haugesund, Norway