After a long ferry journey where we both enjoyed the luxury of being indoors for a while we arrived into Bergen. The ferry provided more opportunity to see some more of the less populated areas of Norway but really, we felt like the views we’d already experienced on our bikes were just as good. We had arranged another Warmshowers host in Bergen and after a small ride around the city we made our way to the home of Helle and Jan. It was a beautiful place, set up on the side of a steep hill (most of Bergen seems to be on steep hills). Read more
Once we’d arrived at the hostel and done the obligatory clothes washing I made my way to a Warmshowers host where I would be storing my bike for a few days while I returned to England for a cousin’s wedding. Lars turned out to be a great guy and showed Al and I some of the nightlife Oslo had to offer. Being a national holiday and the day to celebrate Norway’s independence most locals were way ahead of us in terms of the celebrations. This made for a really entertaining evening!
After disembarking the ferry it was only a kilometre to our Warmshowers host, Fanny. Fanny, along with Tobias cooked a delicious meal and gave us a wealth of information on Gothenburg. They are planning their own bike trip for later this year which will include cycling through England so hopefully I, or more likely Al, will be able to return the favour. After having been on the road for over a month it felt strange to actually be able to provide them with some bits of useful information in advance of their trip too. Although still fairly new to cycle touring, it’s surprising how quickly one can pick things up, mainly from learning through our own mistakes first of course.
It was already 8pm by the time we disembarked the ferry and set foot/wheel on Sweden. It was my first new country of the trip however this was just a short visit before we crossed into Denmark. With light dwindling and it being a Sunday night with little open we didn’t have much time to hang around. We found an ATM, wolfed down a hamburger and chips from the only place we could find and rode 10km away from Trelleborg and into the countryside.
Before we knew it, we were leaving Hamburg. It took ages to get out of the city properly and the views along the way were nothing too special. The flat lands had now disappeared though and were replaced by rolling hills.