This year’s great escape was a gravel tour from Oslo in the south to Kirkenes way up north in Norway.
Stuck in the mud. I was glad I had opted for the relatively light Yamaha WR250R…
I am from up north and had planned to go there this summer to do a few preparations for my mum’s 80th anniversary. I could of course go by plane, do my stuff, and return in a couple of days. But then again – why bother doing it the easy way when I had got hold of a GPS route that would take me and my bike by gravel through all kinds of “roads” in a week? Plus another week for the return trip?
I invited a couple of riders from the local Offroad Touring Club who knew about my plans and wanted to tag along. On a trip like this I thought it would be better to be at least a couple of riders to back each other up – just in case.
A spectacular crash on day 1, but no harm done to neither man nor machine.
So Nikita, Arne and myself set out 20 July. None of us had done that trip before, so we guesstimated that it would take us some 5 to 7 days to complete the trip one way. We had already agreed that the official part of the trip would end at Kirkenes, and that every man was for himself for his chosen mode, route and speed of the return trip. We set off from just outside Oslo, heading for Os in Hedmark county, where we would spend the night at a friend who’s an accomplished enduro rider, and whom had done the trip a few years earlier. But drama set in on this first day of riding: Nikita, the freshman in the trio, misjudged a right bend, locked all wheels and went off the gravel road in quite a spectacular manner. We all thought this would be the end of his trip, but luck was on Nikita’s side: No harm done neither to man nor machine, except a few scratches on the side panel of his Africa Twin and a broken indicator. A very steep learning curve indeed for our man, who learnt a lesson or two with regard to paying close attention to the road especially when riding on gravel.
Entering Finland from Sweden.
At our friend Inge’s place we were treated with a great meal and sauna, plus some advice on the route ahead of us. Arne, who was by far the more experienced gravel rider among the three of us, took care of the navigation. We had decided to go through Sweden and Finland in search of gravel, as it is shorter (but not necessarily faster) to go through our neighbouring countries. Besides, especially Sweden has a great selection of gravel roads in a variety of qualities.
Day 2 took us from Inge’s place to another friend of ours, Fredrik. His family has a summer house in Sweden, so we were to meet him there for a stay-over. We were again met with a full meal and an outdoor spa-like mini pool with amenities such as Jägermeister and beer. Needless to say, we had to have a slow start the morning after.
The trip through Sweden was fun, and at times rather exhausting – especially through a “jungle” with muddy tracks pretending to be roads. The heavy rain in the days prior to our trip had turned it all into a swamp, and – of course – the air was quite .packed with mosquitos and midges. At least they served as great motivation to get us as fast as possible out of the swamp.
A roadside fix. A few mozzies helped on the motivation to get going…
The northern parts of Finland had plenty of gravel roads – but not so many that went all the way through. They tended to go in to a cabin or something, and just end there. So we were forced to do quite a few miles on asphalt. Not so much fun, but at least the area is pretty to look at.
After 7 days of riding we crossed the border from Finland back into Norway and finally arrived at Kirkenes. Even though many have done this trip before, we had a high sense of accomplishment. Before we split, we toasted in coffee and ice cream and decided it had been a great trip. Actually so much that at least a couple of us wanted to do it again sometime. But that will be another story.
Reaching Kirkenes after 7 days of gravel. We felt it like quite an accomplishment.
Nikita stayed on in Kirkenes and did a trip to Nikel and Murmansk. He speaks Russian, so it was practically a must for him to go there. Arne and I went on to the Varanger peninsula to try out the gravel roads there, and made it for a fast return on asphalt down south after a couple of days. Whereas Arne aimed for a week at the Bukkerittet gravel bonanza, I headed home to have a few days off before starting work again.
What I can say, though, is that my Yamaha WR250R was a really good choice for a trip like this. I was especially glad for chosing that bike when I was stuck in the mud somewhere in Sweden, and could lift the bike out to get going. So if you want to do a trip like this: Choose your bike wisely!
Back home to wash off the mozzies…
Staying the night at a couple of good biker friends in Nord-Trøndelag county, Liv and Merete.
Another ferry on my way southbound.
Troms county had put on its finest colors to greet us.
Yours truly, Arne and my brother-in-law Fritjof awaiting for the sauna to get warm enough. Vadsø in Finnmark has the highest density of saunas in Norway – or so they claim.
Vardø in Finnmark county was the scene for quite a few brutal execution of people accused of witchcraft during the 16th century. They were all burnt, and this monument is raised to their memory.
End of the road. Hamningberg in Finnmark county.
Arne at a road crossing somewhere on the Varanger peninsula in Northern Norway.
Way to go! Finnmark county has plenty of nice gravel roads to offer!
Yours truly giving the end-of-the-trip speech in Kirkenes…
Entering Finland from Sweden.
We saw this beauty at a stay-over in Finland. A Guzzi California 1100.
A river we chose not to cross due to depth and rocks.
Getting to know the local beer.
A wee bit posh eating style…
Break by the lake.
A Road Warrior rests whenever he can…
Nice view over the waters.
Nikita at a break somewhere in Sweden.
Arne packs his new-to-him KTM 690 Enduro.
Chillin’ out after a day’s riding at a camp cabin.
A few scares on route: A close call to riding the front wheel into the hole in this broken pipe in the middle of the woods.
Fredrik (left) watches as Nikita packs his Africa Twin.
Arne (left) and myself prior to departure
My weapon of choice for this trip: A Yamaha WR250R. More than capable of a trip like this.