It’s quite funny, Odd and I have been together for almost nine years, but this is my first time taking a road trip with him. To be honest, I have this certain aversion to long trips. I don’t really care about the journey, but I’m all for reaching the destination in the least amount of time. It’s not that I have this motion sickness, which could be easily remedied with some pills, it’s the fact that patience is not one of my virtues.
We were invited to attend a family gathering held in a farm in Hønefoss where Odd’s grandmother(mother side) was from. I took a chance and said yes to my husband when he proposed to take a nine- to ten-hour drive to Fredrikstad first (my in-laws home city) in lieu to an hour plane ride, which we normally take when we visit them.
I’m glad I said yes.
Descending from Hardangervidda, Europe’s biggest mountain plateau.
Early morning view from my lovely in-laws’ home.
An old stabbur or a granary where they used to keep food from pests. Now, it serves as a museum in the farm.
Inside the stabbur. The interior was preserved well.
Guests doing the polonese or polonaise.
The scenery is serving me some Twilight Saga realness.
Mountains undulating like waves.
It was fun and the weird thing was for once I never had this motion sickness in the duration of our travel. As we drove to and fro Norway’s east coast the scenery was visually appealing with lush forests, rolling mountains, mystical fjords and vast fields tantalising every sense of my being.