Well the forecast isn’t good for west Norway so I’ve decided to head south for (hopefully) sunnier climes. There was a wonderful fog, no not in my mind, but all over Stavanger

So it was onto the train to Kristiansand. A Brooks saddle is very comfortable but doesn’t compare to a cushioned railway seat. As we passed thru fjords, I did feel guilty but it quickly passed.

By the way, what do the hundreds of Norwegian Railway tunnels have in common with New Zealand Rugby? – they are both All Black . Okay I apologize for that really bad joke.

This, below, is the fish market in Kristiansand. I discovered it by following the smell of smoked fish, no Gps involved, just smell.

Finally after one torrential downpour, it was back on the ferry to Hirtshals.