1th of August – The swiss National Day – we haven’t thought to it. We were glad to start that other gray and cold morning with a hot and strong cup of Coffee, while discussing the lap for today.
The goal was to go on the most west point of Frøya called Titran. We’ve went back on the 714. At Barman the authority are building a huge new bridge to short cut around 8 km. right after the construction area the next sea tunnel appeared, almost 7 km long and the same deep as the last one. We’ve got some food and petrol at Hammervika. By following the 716 direction west, we did a stop for lunch. Bettina prepared a very delicious hot meal meal “G’hacktes mit Hörnli und Öpfelmuäs” – a traditional Swiss meal, just perfect for our national day – indeed.
After a cup of coffee, some sweets and a nap, Bettina steered the bus further west. Suddenly we’ve realized, that we’re almost ran out of water – and there aren’t a lot of brooks or lake out here. As we’ve spotted fonaly a small lake we’ve stopped to fill all bottles at leadt for cooking and washing – it was very peaty.
When we’ve arrived a Titran, we were immediately asked about the bus by a guy who owned an ’57 Oval. As we’ve realized during the ride, that we will be confronted, with the same problem to find a spot for the night as on Hitra, I’ve tried to find out, if he knows a good spot. Unfortunately not, even if he offered to stay directly at the little harbor. After saying good-bye, we’ve had cake and coffee on the local cafe, before we went on to seak a accurate place to stay.
The second track we’ve chosen, led us to the other side of that half island arm while passing the one or other mostly abandoned Houses. The track ended up at a cottage, which was not inhabited at the moment. While I’ve turned the bus, Bettina spotted an marker, that said “Utsikt” and a small drawing of a sunset. So we went on a small excursion onto the hills which cover the shore. It was really worse to go there. We even enhanced the trip to an abandoned and very exposed old house one an other top of a hill.
Already on our way out to the hills we’ve spotted a small, not very frequently used track leading to the shore of a small estuary. We’ve steered the bus into the track an drive to its very end, where we’ve found a beautiful spot for the night. For a swim it was already to late, cause the sun wasn’t anymore as effective that it was enough warm and a strong wind blew as well. We’ve sun bathed a little, i’ve written a blog entry and Bettina read in one of a dozend of brought along books, intill she has cooked something to eat for herself.
Right when she finished the dishes an I went down the hill from seeking better G3 connection, it has begun to start. Our first Norwegian “knot”* Invasion. we’ve just managed to pack everything into the bus, mount all the fly nets and jump into the bus. The situation has reminded us very to our last years trip in Scotland, with the little difference, that we’ve been prepared this year. Therefore it was quite relaxing to smash the couple of dozens invaders and having a beer while watching the billions of “knots” buzzing around still outside.