Nicole and Ingrid rowing with a giant
What
a week this has been !! The
two sound rather negative on the phone. Our
moral is badly damaged. We often
wondered : what the hell are we doing here ??
Our final goal suddenly seemed so unreachable.
All we did was cycling round the fjords, endlessly !
We felt like being on the moon, such a dramatical landscape. Not to mention
the icy puds. In these isolated villages, we didn’t see a living
thing or person.
The
Briksdal-glacier, meantime, made up a lot.
It’s one of the largest glaciers of Europe, with a thickness of 400
meter, 1.150 square meter. Norway
at it’s best. Walking all the way
to the top was worth while. It gave
us a positive shot – God, we
needed it ! Flanders, we’re
back on the run, we’ll go for it !!
Briksdal-glacier
Most
spectacular to us was the crossing of the Sogne-fjord, Nicole says. The spot where we planned to cross the fjord was about 10
kilometers width. So we knew before
that it wasn’t going to be easy. We
had found a fisherman who was willing to take our bikes to the other side.
He even got us a plastic rowing-boat.
But our fisherman was pessimistic. “You’ll never make it”, he kept
on saying. Speaking of a positive
shot !! “The wind’s all wrong
and there is a very strong drift as well”.
But, determined as we are, we wanted to do it.
Halfway
the crossing, misery came our way. Waves
as high as the ones you encounter on the sea.
The drift pushed us to the other side.
Ingrid was completely knocked-up.
She could hardly hold her oars. So
I was on my own for this titanic job !
Our
fisherman had brought a friend with him on his boat,
André, a contractor. A tall
man, sized 2 meters and 130 kilogram. His
hands were as big as coal-scoops. He
climbed in our little boat and started rowing with me.
Can you picture the scenery ? This
tall man in our small plastic boat. We
nearly sunk with all the extra 130 kilos !!
Eventually, we made to the other side, all thanks to André.
We were some 7 kilometers away from the spot we had planned to arrive.