Day 2 – Atlantic Road

Day 2 of the road trip turned out to be a bit of a damp squib, in that, one it was literally damp and two it was decidedly below expectations.

Social media posts have made common, the exciting sight of the Atlantic Road, specifically Storseisundet Bridge with waves from the Atlantic Ocean lashing across it, giving the impression that the cars on the bridge are in danger of being swept away. The bridge is an undulating, cantilevered bridge which looks like a roller coaster track. Every time I saw one of those posts, the Atlantic Road beckoned me, and today was its day of reckoning.

We drove Route 64 through the outskirts of Åndalsnes to Afarnes to make the first ferry crossing of this trip to Molde. This ferry being a part of Route 64 is charged as toll. The Norwegian Public Roads Administration (NPRA) calculates the road toll to be charged when you pass an automated toll station which registers your vehicle’s registration number with a camera and/or reads your toll tag, the same applies for these road ferries. It is to be noted that all ferries are not road ferries and the ones that are not, for eg. the Geiranger Ferry, which I will write about in a couple of days, can be booked online and have to be paid for to the ferry company.

The clouds lay low and the scenery was rain drenched, which gave it an attractive dimension as seen in the photos. All photos on my blog are taken with a mobile phone camera and have no filters.

We were nervous about getting things right while getting onto the ferry, but one does not need to be, you simply queue in the lanes which are numbered, so in case it is your first time boarding a ferry and there is not single car before you, just drive to the front of the lane numbered ‘1’. If you reach the queue of cars and your car is going to spill onto the road just head to the top of lane ‘2’ and wait patiently, the staff present at the dock will indicate when and where you have to drive onto the ferry.The ferry boarded, my partner was reluctant to leave the car, not knowing the etiquette, since this particular crossing takes 15 minutes and I wanted to see the view, I jumped out and asked one of the staff, if I could go to the upper deck, there is no view from the lower deck unless you are seven feet tall. He was so kind, he actually took me up in the lift, there was a café and toilets and a deck. The toilets on the ferry were spotlessly clean so I went back to the car and cajoled my partner out of the car on this pretext. We were lucky, it had stopped raining though the clouds were still hanging low. The view from the ferry on bright and clear days must be spectacular but we felt so spectacular ourselves that we had no complaints. While exiting the ferry, you have to be careful to change lanes and get into the lane on the far-right as the lanes for getting onto the ferry are to the left.

From Molde we drove on to Bud, the town that we had decided to visit. I had read that it was very pretty and it being smaller than Andalsnes and Molde would also be easier to enter and park in. We avoid big towns for a couple of reasons, we do not enjoy densely populated areas, preferring isolated spots with natural beauty and do not want the headache of navigating town traffic and finding parking and then wasting time in figuring out how the parking has to be paid for, only to subsequently stress over whether we had done everything correctly. The other attraction of Bud which is pronounced bude was our affection for its namesake town in Devon, UK – Bude which is also on the sea and which remains in the limelight of our memories.

Bude, Devon, England

The Germans who occupied parts of Norway during WW2 built Ergan Fortress here expecting an invasion by the Allied Forces. The invasion never happened. However, there are many bunkers, gunneries, and position establishments still maintained here. The Ergan Coastal Fort is now a part of the Bud Coastal Museum, which is a war memorial museum. Ergan also has exceptional views over the fishing village of Bud and the waters of Hustadvika.

In Bude we parked in what we realised later was the local school parking and wandered around the town, it was not even 10am, the town was quiet, just a couple of girlfriends jogging and chatting and a smattering of tourists like us getting the measure of the place. We found our way to the water’s edge and walked along the pier. Seagulls were about, the houses were very pretty, brightly coloured with gardens full of flowers. It started raining again and as we could not find a place to catch a coffee or a bite, and accessing the bunkers in the rain was not possible, we made our way to the supermarket and bought ourselves some fruit and headed to our car.

While driving from Bud in the direction of the Storseisundet Bridge we made a two-kilometre detour to see the Askevågen Viewpoint, which has a platform with glass walls, located at the end of the breakwater, that provides a 360-degree view of the ocean, the archipelago and the mountainous shore. This stop was both scenic and instructive as the information board provided in interesting detail the origin of the name Askevågen – literally Ash Bay.  It seems Kelp was gathered and laid out on bare rocks to dry, and later burnt in stone kilns that were built along the beach. Ashes from the burning of kelp were an important ingredient in the production of soda, which was used in the manufacture of glass and other things. The demand for kelp was great, and kelp burning thus became an important livelihood for many coastal families. Since animal feed was a scarce resource, seaweed and kelp were used as food for the livestock. Kelp could also be used to improve the soil in the fields. Kelp burning gradually became such an extensive activity that many people believed it was detrimental to fishing. Thus in 1804 kelp burning was made illegal. In the 1870s there was growing demand, and burning was resumed. Now the ashes were used to tract iodine, which was important in medicine. The iodine content in kelp is highest at northern latitudes and it was therefore more valuable than kelp from Southern Europe: Kelp burning came to an end in 1930 due to the discovery of simpler and cheaper methods to produce iodine. Even today, sea kelp is an important product because of its high level of nutrients.

The day continued to be dull and drizzly we approached the famous Storseisundet Bridge in Averøy Municipality. Waves did not lap across it, we were in no danger of being swept away and though it looked like a roller coaster, it did not feel like one. All in all, it was more than a bit of an anti-climax.  Looked interesting, but didn’t live up to my expectations in its navigation. I guess all the photos that I had seen of the Atlantic Road had been either taken aerially and / or enhanched, what I saw from the gound just did not match up.

Unphased, we stopped at the Eldhuset – Atlanterhavsveien Kafe next to the bridge and had an early lunch of some hearty Thai soup, defrosted and served to us by a friendly Polish lady. We met lots of Polish people in Norway, which seemed providential since we were headed to Poland after the Norway road trip. After lunch we drove along the Atlantic Road till Karvag and the weather just kept getting worse, with very little visible through the rain drenched windows of the car and the fog so we decided to abandon our plan to drive to Averøy and then Kristiansund and headed back to Trollstigen Resort.

Jet lag caught up with us and just as we reached Elde we were both finding it hard to keep our eyes open, so just as we have done on earlier road trips, to avoid the possibility of a sleep related driving incident, we stopped in lay-by along Route 64 and took our forty winks, refreshed from our nap we continued to our resort.

Once we reached the resort, we had a quick refreshment and headed towards Trollstigen, we drove some 8 kms to the Information Viewpoint, it was raining steadily but the drive was beautiful, milky blue glacier waters ran along with us and the viewpoint was in a valley with hundreds of waterfalls sliding down the slopes and we could see the famous winding Trollstigen Road going up the face of the mountain. As described in Day 1, we had planned to drive the Road towards Geiranger on Day 3, but due to avalanches in the winter the road was not yet cleared and open, so this is as far as we were going to get. We met a Dutch family at the viewpoint who were in the same predicament as us and the rain notwithstanding we huddled in our raincoats and chatted about our itineraries.

On returning to the resort, we had grilled salmon with accompaniments for dinner, put together by us in our cabin. Later, the Norwegian lady we had met the day before joined us over fresh strawberries and coffee to chat, into late in the evening, about life and travel in our respective countries. We retired for the night, already excited about the sights we would see enroute to Geiranger fiord, the next day – Day 3 Trollstigen to Geiranger Fiord.

Devon Dreams

June 3rd 2014, I woke up in my bed in my cottage in Devon, UK. We, my companion and I, had driven on the Sunday the 1st of June 2014 from London Heathrow Airport to our cottage in North Devon, a distance of some 350 kms, made all the more arduous by the Car Rental Company providing us a huge sedan rather than the small hatchback that we had booked. While on the Motorways, this seemed not to be a big problem, when we entered Devon the huge car was a liability as the roads were very narrow with abundant foliage overhanging the road and oncoming traffic that seemed impervious to the conditions. Anyway, after a few pit stops and quintessentially British bacon and egg sandwiches, we reached our resort in North Devon, had our first ever Sunday Roast dinner with all the trimmings Yorkshire pudding included and retired to our lovely cottage with its own garden and felt extremely chuffed with ourselves.

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The Narrow Roads

The next day was lovely, we made a trip to Bude which is in North Cornwall and was the closest town to our cottage. We were happy to enjoy the ‘Limelight’ in Bude Castle, yes, this new invention was used for the purposes of lighting this castle, there was interesting exhibition about this and it makes for informative reading on its own. Had a long leisurely stroll along a path overlooking the ocean ate delicious ice-cream and headed home. But, there was something I was hankering after, you shall learn what, soon.

Bude Walk
Bude Walk

Here comes June 3rd, 2014, I write this as an homage to that unforgettable day. We woke up that morning and the outing planned for that day was an excursion to Lydford Gorge in Devon, a property under the National Trust. The gorge is designated a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI) for its geology, flora and fauna. We were the first at the ticket counter, a sweet old lady explained to us the advantages of taking a yearly membership of the National Trust which made visits to their properties free and entitled you to free parking facilities at a lot of famous scenic places which were managed by them, as we were on a month-long trip in England and Wales we gladly bought a year’s membership on a calculation that even if we visited a total of 7 properties, it would be worthwhile, we never regretted.

The full Lydford Gorge trail took us around 3 hours to complete. We had carried drinking water and sandwiches with us. The walk was a challenging circular walk with narrow slippery paths and steep drops. The trail operates on a one-way system due to the nature of the paths, so thankfully there was never the lazy luxury of turning back. What a bounty of nature we were treated to. Lush green fauna, beautiful birds, fresh crisp air, the 30m high Whitelady Waterfall, the Devil’s Cauldron pothole viewed from a platform suspended over the water.

A strenuous walk for those who like us are accustomed to a flat city and little to no walking on a daily basis. The stone steps were precariously slippery and inordinately high at places but all this only added to the adventure. The sense of accomplishment we felt on completing this route was immense and it was rewarded with a delicious Devon cream ice-cream from the onsite shop.

The labour for the day done, we meandered from place to place enjoying the stunning scenery of the Dartmoor. I still remember the clock showed 4pm and I was feeling peckish again, I said aloud ‘this is the perfect time for a cream tea’, we were in the wilderness, my statement seemed silly even to me, we turned a bend and I could not believe my eyes, lo and behold there was a sign on the road of one Two Bridges Hotel advertising their Tea and Scones. Providential, right?

My companion was driving, I must honestly say he is the only one who drives between us, I only drive him crazy! A cautious driver, ergo our safe travels, who is reluctant to make sudden turns off the road or to make illegal U-turns. Such must have been the effect of my constant chorus over the last two days for a cream tea that he went against his very grain and made a smart right turn as indicated on the sign we crossed a bridge and came upon this beautiful Hotel. We parked in the parking lot and excitedly trudged through their Reception to the tea room. Tea and scones ordered at the Bar, which were told would be brought to our table, we settled into a sofa next to a huge bay window as instructed. The view from this window of a tourist bus, this was putting a blemish on things, had the bus not been parked there, we would have had a view of the wonderful lawns of the Hotel. A cheerful waiter soon brought us our tea a tray laden with scones, strawberry jam, clotted cream and a kettle of tea and cups and saucers, as he left the tray he said to enjoy our tea. I impulsively said to him, ‘I am sure it would be even more enjoyable, if we did not have the side of the bus to stare at’. He smiled and left saying ‘let me see what I can do about that’, we in the meanwhile were still on the discussion of whether being in Devon the cream went on first onto the scone or the jam when a shadow lifted we looked up to see that the bus had gone and we had the view to the lawn, we were now in Utopia.

The delicious warm scones crumbled into our mouths, the cream and jam dripped down our fingers and was unashamedly licked off. We thought we had tasted ambrosia and life could not get better than this.

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The Dream Tea

Through with our epic tea we stopped to wash our hands in the cloak room and here was the proof of my pudding, two elderly English women discussing that they had never tasted more delicious scones. I rejoiced further, my companion’s virgin scones being declared the best ever, he sure is a lucky guy seems to get the best of everything at the first go, if you get my drift.

It had started pouring and I had reluctantly agreed to wait in the Reception vestibule for him to bring around the car. I would have gladly walked through the rain. A group was waiting there, presumably it was their bus that had been moved away and they were grumbling at the rain, as in that part of the world people often do. I was smiling at their conversation and one, of the group commented on this, I said I was amused that rain daunted them, for me, I said it was the harbinger of joy and prosperity, they seemed to see my point but were yet not completely convinced then one of them hesitantly said but you get wet in the rain, to which I quoted a proverb my late grandmother used to say often ‘You are not made of mud so you will not dissolve in the rain and you are not made of wax so you will not melt in the heat’! They loved it, and said they would embrace this thinking and try and stop cribbing about the rain. This broad-minded interest and acceptance from a church group towards the culture and thinking of a girl from another world intensified my enjoyment of the moment further. My companion drove up, I said my goodbyes, I sat in the car and pinched myself to check that I was not in a dream, as if the weight of those scones in my stomach and the lingering sweetness of the jam in my mouth was not proof enough.

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The Tea View