The plan today was to visit a waterfall that we saw when driving here, visit Odda, at the end of this fjord, and then travel to Rosendal, which is on the other side of the mountains. But in fact, it turned out to be a more more varied day then we expected.
A cold day though, the temperature barely reached 10 degrees all day,
First the waterfall, called foss or fossen (plural), on the road between Odda and Skare. This waterfall is called Latefoss. A massive amount of water splits into two waterfalls, and comes crashing down,
and under the bridge, into the fast flowing river. Impressive.
All dressed up for the cold weather, in my new lightweight feather jacket. I certainly needed it today, but I left my gloves and hat in the caravan. I certainly could have done with them.
We then drove back to Odda, not an entirely inspiring town, so we did not stop. As it was Sunday there were no trucks on the road, but there were seemingly hundreds of motorhomes. This is certainly motorhome country, as the people flit from place to place, seeing it all from the comfort of the passenger seat. An armchair tour. Of course the driver has to concentrate on the road, so sees a little less. And stopping overnight, wherever there is a good stop. Norway certainly caters for motorhomes, as there are plenty of motorhome stops, with services (fresh water plus grey and black waste disposal). We are very impressed, but of course we are no longer one of these nomads. Perhaps on this cold day I was a little envious. But then I had a lovely warm electrically heated seat in the car.
After Odda we headed towards Rosendal, which is on the other side of the range of mountains, and made easy by an eleven kilometre long tunnel, tolls of course, but certainly worth it. Norway has some of the longest tunnels in the world, and we will be going through two more really long ones before we leave, so we will soon be experts on tunnels.
Another waterfall, Furebergfossen.
The road along the fjord also went through a few tunnels, one of which was a one way tunnel, the traffic is controlled by lights. In fact between Odda and Lofthus, there were also numerous tunnels. As the roads were very narrow most of the time, the only time that you can pick up speed, was when driving in the tunnels, as there were always two distinct sides of the road.
At Rosendel, we sat in an open camping area, and ate our packed lunch. It was also the only place that had a view. Then onto this cute little 1970's tearoom, for coffee and icecream.
A walk up a slight slope, towards the rock park, not quite the correct translation, but close enough, as I cannot remember the Norwegian name.
I loved these carefully trimmed yew trees in one of the front gardens.
And the face painted on the side of this building.
There was an old sawmill in the rock park, has been here for a couple of centuries I think.
The stream was channelled in order to run the waterwheel for the sawmill. It was bitterly cold here.
Rocks have been collected from this part of Norway, cut and polished before displaying them in the park. The colours and forms of the rocks were fascinating.
Rocks everywhere, plus cute little streams and woodland settings.
Walter sitting beside a huge granite slab.
Graffiti down by the jetty, which was not a most inspiring area. A little run down really.
More graffiti, and an attempt to renovate the old buildings here. Perhaps the graffiti was an attempt to revitalise the town a bit.
Tonights walk took me on a round walk, past some interesting houses, and always with a view of the fjord and mountains surrounding it.
Plus there was this little machine, wandering around on its own in the front garden, always keeping to the grass, never straying. A self guiding, battery operated lawn mower. It was there last evening too. I think I will get one for our lawns. I wonder if it can deal with mole hills. It was a little spooky to watch, as it moved about.
And yet another waterfall, splashing into a very large pool, before it was channelled down through the orchards below it.
The temperature is currently 6 degrees. amd as we sit in our lovely warm caravan, I do not envy the people next door in their tent. Hardy Dutch though. They were running around in shorts and t shirts earlier on.
Off to see more waterfalls tomorrow.
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