One thing that has already become clear is that norwegian farmers do not know how to puty a fence up. I say this because of my observations, there might be climatic or other reasons for the fact that their fences look like they put some sticks in the ground that they found on a walk and then attached something on to it like plastic bags , packaging pallets or a bit of wire. I can honestly say that in 600 km i have not seen one decent fence, the best one had a plank at 50cm high and one at 1 metre high and there were sheep in the paddock !
In New Zealand we already export workers to London and the Outback , fencers could probably make a killing here.
I also propose to name the norwegians the friendliest people in the world, Fiji used to be famous for that but after 3 military coups and an under current of racism I think we can safely put that claim aside.
Finally went into one of those Sami tents where they sell souvenirs and boil coffee on an open fire. Bolit coffe is spoilt coffee we always say but this wasn't that bad it certainly grows hair on your chest.
A bit further I rode into a deserted camping ground and found out from the owner that he was closed because he had heart problems, his son worked in a factory and the daughter in law had cancer, and this all in 2 minutes with some poor use of th german language on both sides. Anyway I wasn't interested in his personal problems , I was fucking cold and miserable and I wasn't going anywhere ! So he offered me a hytte ( hut) for a friendly price and we shook hands on it.
Pity about the moaning dog though, reminded me of New Zealand, always someone who has a dog locked up all day or on a chain, mkaes you wonder why they have them. Well in this case that was easy to answer, these guys spend the winter towing the old guy around trhough the woods!
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