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As we biked from Bergen to Drammen, Norway
we climbed to elevations of over 4000 feet/1200
meters and dropped back to sea level in a matter
of days. Halvar, who we had met on a canoe
trip in northern Minnesota last year, invited
us to his cabin located at the height of one
of Norway's many mountain ranges, Haukeligrend.
Thank goodness for a warm and dry cabin. Rick
slept and sweated one entire day, recovering
from overexertion and exhaustion - the toll
of the Norwegian road. Later, we relaxed in
the comfort of Halver's mountain home and enjoyed
meals of reindeer, mountain trout, and freshly
picked berries. His cabin was a traditional
Norwegian cabin complete with green grass planted
on the tin roof and a sauna. There was a lake
nearby, quite cold at 50oF/10oC, but felt very
refreshing after the hot sauna.
We have been getting very creative in searching
for and finding places to "free camp".
In areas like the Rhine and Mosel Rivers in
Germany, river traffic and high population
density make it difficult to camp in this style.
In Traben-Trarbach we headed up the hillside
out of town and found a small grass road that
led to some small garden areas near a stream.
We set up the tent right on the grass road
next to a fence. We do not need much space,
but this area was about the minimum required
- not a lot of room to move around.
The next morning we rode back into town. It
was Sunday and we had hoped to find a bakery
or market open to buy our daily food supplies.
In Germany, however, most shops are closed
on weekends. We had not planned well enough
to get ourselves supplied for the weekend.
Our dietary fear is that we will have to resort
to eating spicy rice (white rice with pepper)
for dinner - not especially a culinary treat
after a day's ride.
Luckily, there was a bakery open and we were
able to buy some bread. I asked if there was
an open market in town. A talkative older gentleman
buying bread replied, "What do you need?" I
told him we needed some food supplies for the
day. He said nothing was open but welcomed
us to join him at his home for breakfast and
said he would love to supply us with what we
needed for the day. He was the priest for the
local Catholic Church and we joined him and
two visiting missionaries for breakfast of
coffee, eggs, cheese, ham, bread and jam and
fresh fruit. He apologized for having to leave
so quickly but he had to celebrate Mass. He
said, .Take what you need and close the door
as you leave.. Tanya and I cleaned the breakfast
dishes and straightened up the kitchen, helped
ourselves to some food for the day and left.
We are learning that things always work out.
One night, exhausted and struggling over whose
turn it was to ask permission to camp, we came
upon a farmhouse that had a large orchard in
the back - a probable place to camp. A tall,
gangly blond man banging iron fence pieces
together in the drive said, .No problem, I'm
all alone tonight. My friends who usually come
over from England to help me fix this place
up couldn't come so you're welcome to stay
inside.. We saw the opportunity to express
our gratitude and helped out as we could around
the house. Tanya took to the vacuum cleaner
and "Hoover-ed," as Steve, our host,
said, the upstairs rooms. I mowed the backyard
and adjacent field on a small rider mower until
it got dark. I cooked a spaghetti dinner for
the three of us and we spent the evening talking
about travel and adventure.
Two dogs razzled me today when I attempted
to ask at a farmhouse if we could camp. We
had scouted a beautiful place to camp by a
stream and thought it would be best to ask
at the house nearby for permission. I rode
up the gravel path and all at once I saw two
dogs coming at me. The German shepherd was
on a chain, and before I knew it I had already
entered its range. I jumped off my bike and
scrambled out of the reach of the chain. The
second dog, not on a chain, came at me and
I froze where I was. It barked and made vicious
jabs at me. The German shepherd strained at
his chain and was barking and growling ferociously.
I tried a friendly approach with the black
dog, a sheep dog of sorts. I slowly moved to
give it a chance to smell my hand. It growled
and barked and lunged at my leg. I slowly bent
down and he moved toward me in a less hostile
manner. I pet him on the back, but he quickly
turned on me and started to bark again. So,
I stood there. If I didn't move they didn't
try to bite me. I started to move and he took
a nip at my leg. I stood still and wondered
what to do. What a predicament! Tanya saw that
she might be able to go around the house to
see if anyone was home. The problem was that
one dog was off a chain and could go for her.
As she started around the house a tall man
with a giant head of jet-black hair came out
from the other direction. He whistled off the
dogs and I gathered my breath, asking in French
if we could camp across the road, near the
stream. No problem, he said, and the dogs would
stay with him - comfort and security for another
night on the road.
Throughout the UK, Scandinavia and other countries
in Europe we had drawn money directly off our
bank account using a debit card at automatic
teller machines - no problem. Well in Spain,
it was not "no problemo". Some machines
would not accept our card and in one case I
was given a receipt for cash received but no
cash! It was "siesta time" (between
2 and 5 p.m.) and the bank was pretty much
empty. I managed to get the attention of a
woman in the bank and tried to explain the
situation. She made a phone call and handed
me the phone. I was told to come back to the
bank at five o'clock. We had planned to be
out of town and camped by that time, but there
was little we could do but wait. At five I
returned to the bank. Two bank clerks scurried
around with papers and receipts from the machine,
phone calls were made, lots of action - busy,
busy, busy - and I just stood there. After
a half-hour I was asked to sign a receipt and
I was handed the money I should have received
from the machine. Not exactly a comforting
feeling, but we now only get cash from machines
during regular banking hours!

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Hebrides, Scotland
NW Highlands, Scotland
Montserrat, Spain
Viladrau, Spain
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