Norway
Superb Scandinavia
It’s beautiful, it’s exhilarating, it’s an adventure and it is very motorhome friendly.
Iwonder what the weather is like in Norway in April?’ was the question I pondered in a warm, sunny, very spring like southwest France. Having wintered in the Aquitaine region, I was keen to get back on the road. Norway had been on my list of countries to visit ever since I had seen the distant, spectacular coast from the Denmark to Iceland ferry a couple of years previously.
Preparation was quite minimal. I registered online for the Norwegian tolls, which are all based on cameras and automated charging. Vehicle insurance was checked to see if Norway was covered and some quickly researched details of camping and waterfall locations were downloaded using WiFi at the local library.
Norway has a reputation for being expensive. I’d met a long distance cyclist who had visited the country. She’d expected prices to be high, but had still been shocked at the reality of costs and had been forced to shorten her trip as the budget disappeared much faster than planned.
It worried me as that was the experience of a non drinker. How bad would it be for a traveller who most definitely likes to finish a good day with a glass or two of whatever the locals prefer? I stocked up on tins and jars in a French supermarket and even found room for a few bottles of wine.
I left my base near Bordeaux on a late March morning and, after using motorways the whole 1,300 mile distance, arrived in Hirtshals on the north coast of Denmark two days later. For ease and to keep costs down, I had spent one night on a French aire and another in a Danish service station.
I checked into Hirtshals Camping; the site didn’t officially open for the season until the next day, but the owners were working on the premises and let me stay.
The Hirtshals to Langesund ferry (Fjord Line) was booked online for 9am the following morning.
I left a dull and wet Denmark on a pretty much deserted ferry and four and a half hours later arrived in sunny, but chilly, southern Norway. Customs clearance consisted of three questions did I speak Norwegian or English, was I on holiday and where was I headed today?
My plan was to head up the western side of Norway. Almost immediately I came across quite a large lake, totally frozen over. Three days before I’d been in shorts and a t-shirt. Now it seemed that I had returned to winter!
Norway is very motorhome friendly, with its bobilplassen (motorhome stopovers, which are often free). Many look a little like car parks, especially those in a town, but others are on harbours and marinas or in the countryside. Some have electricity for a fee and sometimes showers (usually for a fee) or a nearby toilet available. Most are detailed online and the key information is clear to a non Norwegian speaker. GPS coordinates are usually provided.
On my first day in Norway, I headed to Båly Havn, near Lindesnes, on the coast between Kristiansand and Stavanger.
I arrived to find a marina complex with holiday housing but, on the other side, I spotted four A class Norwegian motorhomes huddled together at the end of a harbour wall in a gorgeous setting Taking their lead, I parked up. The online information had promised my spot was free. There was a toilet at the marina buildings some 300m away, plus a shower, which could be paid for at the marina office.
My campervan has twin 88Ah batteries, an Eberspächer heater, chemical toilet and a small solar panel on the roof, so a night or two off grid is to be welcomed in exchange for some free camping, especially in such a lovely location.
Norway has 18 national tourist routes (nasjonale turistveger) and marking them on my map with a highlighter pen suggested an obvious route north, simply by joining some of the routes together. That was as much planning as my route received and really was all that was required.
Being a very thin and long country, broadly speaking, you head either up or down. This was especially so in April as I discovered that many of the inland routes were still closed for winter, including the famous Trolls Ladder (Trollstigen) series of hairpin bends. At that time of the year coast equals passable routes and mountains equal closed roads.
My third day in Norway confirmed my fears about tolls. They are everywhere. My thought of taking back roads and avoiding them was not at all foolproof. The cameras are thick on the ground, especially in the south. A sign tells you the charge, but I soon gave up trying to keep tabs on what I’d spent. The individual amounts are small, yet the frequency is high.
At least the process is painless you get an email giving the total monthly figure in sterling and a detailed breakdown of the individual tolls, complete with photos of your vehicle to prove the point. The bill is charged to the credit card specified when first registering.
I stayed in 31 different places in Norway and here I have selected the highlights.
Preikestolen Camping, east of Stavanger, is only two miles from the car park for the famous Pulpit Rock, where it cost NOK200 (£19.37) to park. One of the rangers told me that, during high season, they get between 8,000 to 9,000 visitors but, on the day of my visit, he estimated only 20 to 30. It’s only a 4km (2½ miles) hike to this muchphotographed spot but, mainly due to the weather, I found it tough. The trail marks were getting difficult to see in the mist and, when I got above the snow line, I missed quite a few of the markers. About 3km (1¾ miles) along it started to snow heavily and I really was losing the trail. I found the rock more through luck than judgement, took a hasty photo and retreated before my footprints which were my only guide back disappeared in the snow!
Back in the car park the ranger was still in situ. He was worried about a group of Dutch people who were not properly dressed. I told him about a Chinese woman that I’d met heading up as I was descending. She was wearing trainers and a thin waterproof. He said he hadn’t seen the woman otherwise he would have stopped her and that he would wait for her and the Dutch people to return.
I used Preikestolen Camping as a base from which to see Jørpeland and the Jørpeland River Falls and to go even further north for the short hike to see the waterfalls at Sendingfossen and Hiafossen. These two waterfalls on the Storåna river are very close together on the same reasonably short walk. The car park (N59˚ 8’ 57” E6˚ 20’ 43”) feels in the middle of nowhere.
It’s a gentle climb walking upstream, although the path is quite rocky and can be slippery. Both falls are worth the effort on their own, but with two for the price of one and the benefit of downhill on the way back, the reward is high.
Sand is a lovely little town. The local wharf doubles as free bobilparkering with an amazing view down Sandsfjorden. A short drive into the hills is Fossadn, another spectacular waterfall.
Heading towards Bergen, Sundal Camping is well worth a stay. Firstly, Furebergfossen is a short drive away and, secondly, it is also possible to walk from the site to the Bondhusvatnet (Lake Bondhus) and a remarkable view of the Bondhus Glacier. The glacier is, in fact, visible from the campsite.
Norway seems to have a very high level of motorhome ownership and they get used. I was there during a public holiday and was very lucky to find a pitch although, after the two day rush, the country was again mine.
Mosjøen looks just like a visitor would describe a Norwegian town, with multicoloured, wooden buildings lining a fjordbased location. Mosjøen Camping is on the edge of the small town, conveniently close to a Rema 1000 supermarket.
A short walk allows exploration of the quaint streets, although I also crossed the bridge and took the wide footpath along the western shore of the Vefsnfjord, which gives lovely views of the town on the opposite bank of the fjord.
My home in Bodø was Bodøsjøen Camping. I was there for the ferry to Moskenes, which is at the western end of the Lofoten Islands.
If I had to pick one place in Norway, it would be this string of islands all joined together by a beautiful road which is, unsurprisingly, a tourist route. The Lofoten Islands and I got off to a great start as, from my pitch in Moskenes Camping, I had the joy of watching a pod of orcas cruise by. Camping just doesn’t get better than that!
I’m not sure it’s possible to visit Norway and not want to get to Nordkapp, the most northerly point of mainland Europe. I was concerned about the roads, as it’s at 71 degrees north, nearly five degrees past the Arctic Circle.
I took faith in the fact that Norwegians seem to be masters at clearing snow. When required, they regularly plough and spray the main routes.
I eventually arrived at Nordkapp on a late evening at the beginning of May. Twice a day you can wait at the end of the final road and a snowplough will provide an escort, but I was too late. The last few miles were dodgy. The road had been ploughed, but the wind was drifting large volumes of snow. Walking round the cape was bitterly cold in the wind and the snow was up to a metre deep, but I think later in the year it might just have been another headland packed with tourists taking selfies.
I was there for an hour and hoped to camp in the car park. The only other tourist, a young German in his car, obviously had the same idea. It was a forlorn plan as, when the visitor centre closed, the three staff members came over and explained that no one could stay in winter and that they had called the snowplough to escort them (and us) back to the main road.
I stayed for free in considerably better weather in nearby Honningsvåg before heading back for a second visit to Nordkapp early the following morning.
On the way south, Tromsø gave a good opportunity to restock as it’s the largest city in northern Norway.
I stayed at Tromsø Camping, which is attached to a sports complex and an easy walk from the city centre.
On the way is the modern Arctic Cathedral, built in 1965. The Tromsø Bridge, which crosses the Tromsøysundet strait, has a pedestrian walkway which gives excellent views down to the Tromsø waterfront.
The third largest city in Norway, Trondheim is one of those places which is immediately recognisable, as images of the old quay are so often used to advertise both city and country.
The Trondheim Bobilparkering gives 24 hours of free parking, although there are no facilities provided. Getting a space in high season I suspect would be a real challenge. Located on the south bank of the Nidelva river, it’s a lovely walk along the river bank to the old town area.
I visited the Gothic style Nidaros Cathedral, commenced in 1070 and radiant in a covering of spring flowers.
Close by, the storehouses of the old quay are fascinating and at least one can be seen leaning at a very alarming angle. At the southern end of the quay is the Old Town Bridge.
Walking east from that landmark up the steep hill is the way to the Kristiansten Festning, a thick walled fortress finished in 1685 to protect the city. Lots of cannons, a coffee shop and great views over the city are the rewards for a short, sharp, altitudegaining hike.
I loved Norway in April, to the point where I stayed for half of May, too. The downsides at that time of year are that the ability to explore the inland mountains is severely restricted and the hiking is significantly limited.
Also, much of the free camping was unavailable, especially in the north, as it was covered in snow. Even some campsites were closed or needed a gentle reminder that the season had started, so it was a case of, “Let me in, please!”
On the upside, there was a real sense of adventure about the trip. I felt like I had the place to myself and the Norwegian landscape is magnificent!