Drowned Rat

After two nights on a crowded campsight, and after walking the hills, and enjoying an afternoon on a boat on the fjord, I moved on in steady rain. I had two days to get back to Jönköping (notice the Swedish keyboard? Thanks Ernst), that meant I needed a minimum of 200miles today. Mostly I got away with it, but at tea time north of Oslo I got drowned. My gear stood up well, mostly. My gloves would take two days to dry out. I carry spare gloves under the saddle.

One way or another we are carrying injuries. My right ankle got chewed to pieces by midges, and infected. I needed to get to a pharmacy to sort it out. Elsa was running low on oil, but that is all it is I hope. I smelled the clutch a couple of times after the Trollstigen, but not since I topped her up. The worst casualty is Jane. The bluetooth in the helmet got soaked and stopped working. When I tried to remove it from the helmet, glued joints gave way. Jane is now totally mute. You should be careful what you wish for. I have vision only now for the rest of the trip. I better concentrate on speed limits. I see a trip to a dealer upon my return, warrenty in hand.