The Atlantic Highway

We had to get up early to feed the parking meter as it was only free until 8am. The machine swallowed my 20Kr coin without spitting out a ticket, and refused my first debit card. However, the back-up worked. Anyway we took the fabled Atlantic Highway, which is a short,expensive, but sometimes spectacular stretch of road on the edge of Norway.  

It's the Atlantic Highway or no way

Clocking up the kms - that's 6000. We'll have done 10% of the mileage by the end of the year.

The fish run in a strong current under the bridges so there are fishers all along the (lower) bridges. These are mackerel I believe. Beautiful colouring, shame about the red.

The most well known bridge. Spectacular with the right seas (or the wrong ones depending on how you look at it).

Some geology on show. The rocks have been folded almost 90 deg. There was a huge quarry for limestone and marble that reminded us of Italy but also proved we were out of the Magma Geopark.

J found another defensive position to visit. They touted Kvalvik as the best preserved position in Norway, but we've visited several I would consider better. 

A Biber mini-submarine.

One of the four emplacements that held Belgian 12cm guns

The command post has a great view of the fjords leading toward Trondheim

We parked in a bare carpark in the middle of nowhere. Quiet enough but we had another power crisis. This is getting tedious. I did manage to fit the indicator buzzer, but only by jamming wires in the block as I couldn't properly access the relay. The wires shake loose every few 50 kms or so.