Wednesday 20th of July.

The last 24 hours we have had a couple of mecanical breakdowns. I, Markus, have spent a totalt of 3-4 hours under the car.


This is what the exhaust looked like yesterday. We had been brea apart, and therefor bought some pipe to repair it. Today, while looking for a petrol station, it came apart. Driving through as small town called Leikanger. Luckely we only had to drive a couple of miles to find one. When we arrived at the petrol station, we went in to borrow some tools. The lady behind the counter looked at me like she had never heard the word adjustable wrench before. So I had to use my leatherman to unfasten the rusty bolts.




This is what I looked like after almost an hour under the car. But the exhaust was now off the ground, in working order, and best of all, the horrible sound from having no functional muffler was gone. With the broken exhaust now fixed, we ate some ice cream and kept driving. Only to drive 7,5 miles (12km) before we had to stop again. We had gotten a horrible grinding noise from the rear right wheel. The noise was nor all new, it had occurred from time to time, but mildly. Now we didn´t feel like we could keep driving. We pulled and checked the car to see if we could find the problem. We jacked up the car and found it was definitely coming from the right rear wheel, either from the breaks, or the wheel bearing. As we didn´t have toe tools necessary we shut out all sound and drive a kilometre to the nearest farm and pulled over once again. The locals was friendly and was more than happy to lend us some tools for the job.



After once again jacking up the car and disassembeling the rear break drum, break disk and removing the caliper, we discovered the sound seemed to come from the rear break drum, which hopefully meant it wasn’t the bearing. But to be sure we headed for Lom to have a guy look at the car. TO be continues.

Luckily Wednesday wasn’t all bad luck. The night before we had given up finding a nice place in nature to camp, end ended up on the lawn of a School/kindergarden. At 11 o’clock we were woken up by some kids passing by the tent. René found himself in the corner of the tent, as the lawn was not plane. While Markus slept surprisingly well. We packed the tent and drove from Kyrkjebæ, and stopped at a nice place with a viewpoint over the fjords of Sognefjorden to eat a solid breakfast. It was actually more like a dinner. The day before we had ended up eating bread, so for breakfast we cooked salmon and potatos.




The view from where we ate breakfast.


Cooking potatoes.





On the way inn the winding roads of Sognefjorden, we found a stream with connotations to paradise. This resulted in two hours of picture taking, and a lot of good shots. From there on, the trouble started.















For more photos check out Frederic René on Flickr.