Ekkilsøya Even today at the campsite I didn’t need to cook. I met Carina and Lotta from Sweden who shared a fish with me. And I even didn’t have to sit on the ground, someone staying at a nearby cabin offered me a chair to sit on. It was
Tornes Standing at Charles de Gaulle airport, Doug wondered “Am I really going to ride this bike to Moscow?”. That’s what he told me while telling the story of how he got his Brooks bike saddle. I also have a Brooks saddle, so I was keen to hear his saddle’
Midsund Met Michael at the ferry terminal, we rode together until Midsund. I think the landscape is changing. Good Night! Midsund, Norway
04 Jul 2025, 1254 I should have checked the ferry timings beforehand. There was one at 1110 that I missed while eating a nice breakfast spread at a cafe. The next one is at 1425; this time waiting could have been spent riding. Lessons learned. I went to Intersport, but they didn’t have
Ålesund I think I am one step closer to understanding why I have not been able to enjoy big towns or cities as much during this trip. It’s not that bigger towns are complicated, harder to get around, or create friction against my own expectations. It’s the departure from
Flø It feels like a dream at this point; Or a long chain of half-remembered dreams that I haven’t woken up from. The transition between place to place isn’t so quick that each individual place becomes an episode, but also not slow enough to be real. It’s the
Åheim You and I both know you are just making up excuses to not get on the bus, and it’s not because you can’t figure out how to get the tickets. You say it’s hard riding in rain, but you do it anyway; I haven’t seen you
Florø Terminal Today is a quiet day; I am waiting for the ferry in Fløro to Måløy. I was hoping to drink some coffee and sit at a cafe during my wait, but everything here is closed on Sunday. So I am waiting in the waiting room of the terminal. Today is
Florø Today was another mostly uneventful day where I just smashed pedals until I reached my destination, except it was rainy, windy, and sometimes both. The route also had a few sections over busy roads, so all in all, was not a particularly nice ride. But I also went through quiet
Førde I suppose doing things that are somewhat scary over and over can make them exciting. At least that’s what happened to me for longer tunnels. I am still not completely over the creeps yet, but tunnels are becoming more fun. Today I also took my time to feel how