70kph is a really awkward speed limit. It fits nowhere in any sane persons driving spectrum. Unfortunately it seems to a little favorite up here in Norway. Mine you they have a speed restriction for every 10kph from 20kph to 100kph on the motorway. My friend Brendan Halpin told me speeding is up with murder as a crime here. My friend Mr TomTom is banging away in my ear all day trying to keep me it of prison.
There are a warren of tunnels under Oslo and I haven’t cracked them. I was up and down all over the city yesterday and couldn’t make any sense of where I was going. This morning I was at the same craic. Mr TomTom doesn’t do so well underground either.
This morning was a beautiful sunny day. In the tarmac early straight into Monday morning traffic. I was now acutely aware of the temperature gage. Traffic keep moving slowly so no issues.
It was a spectacular morning to set off on my adventures north. After 35km bid the motorway good bye and onto the highway.
It’s been a great day on the bike. The scenery today was a vision to behold. The sun beaming down on green fields, pine forests, lakes and mountains. Glen right in Co Donegal goes on for 20 kilometers. Up here it goes on for 360 kilometers. That’s how much I’ve driven today. For the last 70 kilometers it’s been fjords. Although when I came down from the snow topped mountains the weather broke and I did the wet suit jig again.
Funny incident today was a big tourist from China wanted a photo of my motorcycle, then one with me and the I offered to let him sit on the bike. It was Chinese New Year. He hugged me shook my hand 6 times. The I bowed and he bowed. We had a jolly good time.
There must be something over in Asia about touring on motorcycles. When I stopped to photograph a suspension bridge the tour from Taiwan were up to the same stuff. They wanted photos with the bike. No bother to me. Where you from? They asked me. At least they had a some English. The Chinese was all pointing and smiling. When I set off all the Taiwanese gave me a big wave. I tooted my horn thinking I hit the horn to work.
I have been under ground today more than I have ever been. In Oslo the traffic moves under the city. Up here on the fjords the bore tunnels. Very informatively the tell you how lone the tunnel will be. Twelve kilometers was the longest today.