Norway snuck up on us today.
There were no thieves in the car park at Fjallbacka so we
had an easy start to the day, strolling around town, climbing up vertiginous
steps, and walking under gigantic boulders. I have no idea why Mr Fluffy made
me stand under them so long while he took my photo.
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off we go..up the stairs |
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follow me through this totally NOT dangerous chasrn |
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I promise they won't fall |
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just stay there a bit longer while I get the shot |
Having not had enough of the Bronze Age action yesterday we
headed off to Greby to see some amazing standing stones at a burial ground, and
then on to Tanum (Aspeberget) which was close to the museum we visited yesterday.
Some more incredible rock carvings were found here, many have been damaged by
the sulphur in the air pollution and are in danger of disappearing.
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Greby standing stones |
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naughty Scots |
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more stones at Greby |
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looks like dogs sniffed each others bottoms in the Bronze Age too |
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I'm not saying anything |
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dancing Bronze Age dudes |
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and Greby again |
We had set the sat nav up to avoid motorways, so heading
north it took us up some incredibly slim roads which didn’t seem to worry Mr
Fluffy but terrified my good self. Luckily nothing else was silly enough to
take such a ridiculous 12 km stretch of road and we emerged unscathed at the
other end having caught a glimpse of an ancient ‘Valkommen in Norway’ sign or
something similar. We were expecting something much more exciting but here we
are and the scenery does not look too different so far.
Funnily enough the first person we spoke to in Norway was at
a petrol station as we went in search of LPG. ‘Do you speak English?’ I
cheerily sprouted – ‘I speak very good English’ he replied in a strong London
accent, ‘and yes this is the most expensive country in the world!’ ‘Great’ we
chirruped as one, smiling thinly. Thankfully we have packed enough beer and
wine to last for a few months…well a week or two at best knowing us.
Having finally got LPG at the Shell outside Halden we headed
off to Moss where we are now parked up by the marina. The brochure we picked up
at the Tourist info in Halden did a very good job of selling this place. It
sounded gorge but is actually quite hideous. There is a town festival on at the
moment and it has the worst stalls we have come across ever. This parking place
is quite nice and there is a very lucky Chinese chap who is the only one of
about 12 fishermen who is catching anything. He pops his rod in and several
massive mackerels commit suicide on it immediately. The others are all looking
a bit miffed. I wonder what his secret is.
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