En Moto a NordKapp (Cabo Norte). Etapa Novena: Camping Preikestolen, Odda.18-06-18

The rain as unbearable companion, I'm moving away from the Preikestolen cursing my bad luck ....

With the rain as if it were my shadow, along the highway 13 One after another, Lakes and Fjords of extreme beauty are happening on my way to Odda, as well as spectacular waterfalls that pour their waters from the walls of the cliffs with an excessive force, like the superb Latefossen. This waterfall "vomits" such a quantity of water that it unfolds in two arms. It is a volcano turned into a river of a brutal force!

At a certain moment, I have a mistake that makes me leave the road 13 to continue on my left by the FV 681. Arriving in Solland, a small village I feel like I'm out of route, and all this, it does not stop raining.

In front of me, a large livestock ship with sheep, ... a couple and a middle-aged gentleman. I make gestures of if they can approach ... they respond me with gestures that I go to the ship ... I approach and they indicate me that I enter with the motorcycle inside. Once inside, the ship surprises me. In addition to livestock has a workshop within to meet and solve the needs of maintenance of the implements and the diverse agricultural machinery of the owners.

My suspicions are confirmed.
Turn back and get rid of the road, returning to highway 13 under the mantle of my "partner" the rain.

When I arrived at Odda (my destiny with another one) I was surprised by the beauty of this city. The views of it and the Fjord from the top of the road are sublime. As soon as I arrived, I wandered along its tracks and approached Tyssedal where there is a Power Plant converted into a museum, which I want to visit. Once again, misfortune turns its back on me. Visiting hours are until 5pm and it is 17,30h.
From here (Tyssedal) the access to Trolltunga comes out and as it is the next objective I want to visualize the way.

I go back to Odda. Rest at the gas station, as something and see where the night passed.

Before Odda, in the upper part and very close to the city, I remembered seeing a Camping. The campsite is located next to a lake that drains into the fjord. It is an idyllic place.

I have just finished setting up the tent and my inseparable companion returns ... again it was raining. I go to reception to know the weather forecast for tomorrow .... The data is rainy for three days .... again three days !!! ....

I hurry the evening-night inside the store, and to the envelope with the hope that my fears are not fulfilled ... I want to go up to the Trolltunga ...

A new day dawns without error in the foreseen. It rains, for something, it rains, for something, it rains .....

A sad and gray day without leaving the envelope, sleeping more than a marmot and with the uncertainty that it will do tomorrow ....