Atlantic Road

This morning I was still a bit exhausted from yesterday and only slowly got going. A short stage was just right for me. We're heading towards Kristiansund.

The drive along the coast brings back memories of Iceland. However, here in Norway, it is the effects of the ice ages that make the difference. The rocks that have been 'polished' by ice and debris appear more charming than the 'unprocessed' mountains of volcanic origin. The rocks alternate with moor and peat landscapes. This creates beautiful combinations of colors and I sit in the saddle and enjoy the ride. Sometimes I even have the impression that I am in a driving simulator and the road and scenery are moving.

In Bud on the coast, I visit old bunker facilities in the rocks. The topic will accompany me along the Atlantic coast all the way to the far north. But there is also information about shipwrecks. The coast here is dotted with rocks, visible and invisible. The last major accident here was in 2019 with the Viking Sky.

The journey continues on Route 64, which now becomes the Atlantic Road for a stretch of about 8 kilometers with beautiful views and bridge crossings.

Unfortunately, Kristiansund could not win me over. Maybe I just didn't go through the right area, who knows.

But now hunger drives me to a kro. Today I don't want anything fried or fried and no bread either. If you don't cook for yourself, finding food can sometimes become a daily task. So I look at what the locals have on their plates, find something and order a cooked fish patty with potatoes and carrot vegetables.

For the night, I settle into a camping cabin on the beautifully located site at Kvisvika.