No way! We made it to Norway 🇳🇴

After a night in the slightly dodgy surroundings of the bus stop car park on the edge of a small town near Kristiansand, we were ready for the Norway part of our trip to begin.

In the morning we drove past the southern tip of the country to Flekkefjord and the town of the same name. We had a wander around the pretty streets and picked up some more supplies.

Then we headed onwards along the Jæren scenic route to a tiny fishing village called Roligheten. Here we took on a very challenging walk to Brufjellhållene (which I think translates as The Bridge Fell Holes or potholes). We first went up to the top of Brufjell which was a pretty challenging scramble.

It was a great spot to get a good view of that section of coastline.

From the top, we headed down the most difficult section of the route. Marked as “black” difficulty on the map, we were a bit anxious that it might be too much for Yala. As it turned out, we were right!

Some sections of the path were ladders fixed into almost vertical cliff face. So we decided to go down one at a time and keep hold of Yala at the top.
At the bottom of the ravine the route opened up onto a wave cut platform (or for the non-geographers a narrow ledge) about 20 feet above the sea.

At the far end of the ledge was a cave, which to be honest was slightly underwhelming, but it would have been a good place for a silhouette photo (if we had someone to take it!).

After clambering back up the way we came, and being reunited with a worried doggo, we made our way back over a different path and stopped to admire the scenery.

As a brief footnote to this story, the start of the walk did not go so well for Gareth as he managed to open the bike rack (attached to the back door of the van) into the bridge of his own nose. Although he was convinced that it was broken, by the end of the adventure he had almost stopped complaining about it, so a trip to the Sykehus was averted.

We carried on along the Jæren scenic route for a while, past the lovely Jøssingfjord, before joining the main E39 to our home for the night in Stavanger. But that is a story for another day.