Atlantic Road to Arctic Circle

The morning is brisk. Really brisk. There’s a light covering of frost on the tent and, where the dry-bags have been laying, a film of damp has formed on the floor. The low-lying clouds have saved us the view of Trollstigen but we definitely feel socked-in and rain seems a certaintity at some point along todays […]

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From the Falls of Stryn to the Heights of Trollstigen

It’s a strange sensation being camped this close to a road that, while not busy, does play host to the occasional truck and car. The only level spot to pitch our tent is just off the shoulder which certainly presents an occasional what if… but somehow we’re always able to pretend that those are simply impossible inevitabilities. […]

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Bergen’s Wooden Homes and the Quiet of Fuglsetfjord

Our moonshine friends are still fast asleep and, after crawling from the frost-covered tent, we hurry to pack. The morning air is brisk and once again the bikes protest the chill. The Shorai batteries have protested at any temperature close to freezing all along our journey and the extra strain on the starter always puts […]

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