Cycling to Oslo

Sorry, this entry is only available in English. For the sake of viewer convenience, the content is shown below in the alternative language. You may click the link to switch the active language.

After Kampetorp, the Biketour took three days to cycle to Oslo.

c0a6ee23a2e6d7061fd1ecb3cfb12913

Entering Norway, things were as different as you could possibly imagine. The part of Sweden that we had previously cycled in was full of forest, with not many people or cars around, and people seemed to live in some kind of unrealistic idyllic dream, where no matter what happens, everyone will always be friendly to each other. Norway seemed to be the opposite – suddenly the roads were so packed of (new and shiny) cars that cycling got much slower, there were people everywhere, one supermarket after each other, and everyone walking around with a grumpy face. We were told off quite aggressively when trying to dumpster-dive, and when we asked for a place to camp, people recommended us to go anywhere except anywhere close to them. The coast was full of expensive yachts and beach clubs where drunken macho-men were having parties. In all of this, no one seemed to notice that there were thousands of huge Chantarelle mushrooms growing right beside the road, all we needed to do was to stop and pick them, and within minutes, we had collected hundreds of Euros worth of mushrooms.

15cad8a5def933ffef7f2c7da277dfc5 1e57cd4e4091e75982b8078f2d53687b b468e1ced9cc291606ce7cf66b443bbc

The first day was unplannedly long, almost 100 km. We camped on a public beach somewhere near Frederikstad.

As always, everyone who had space on their bikes went dumpster-diving on the way, and it turned out to be way too much stuff (the photo doesn’t even show half of it):

341aca406ccbb1b3646ca9206a86e44f

The following night, we camped on a windy public beach on the Oslofjord. It was full of weird sculptures, and rumours said that it used to belong to the owner of a big Norwegian ferry company before he made it into a public park.

b6c94090293a986cb80d2dba479e932c

f812e5e3a15e726c4682054d08497f09

8c5a56e2980b6352da658c6bf5ab3781

Navigating through Oslo on the third day wasn’t easy, with short waves of rain washing away the arrows. The scouts even ended up in the wrong squat without noticing for several hours.

ee321e3409a5ff928a46a71a08a779ed

003ec3e7a9f60ddd97a02ef0f2be0470

f35062dc6105d218419f27976222b5bf

 

Pridaj komentár

Vaša e-mailová adresa nebude zverejnená. Vyžadované polia sú označené *