That was fun

My arrival to Bergen was pretty anticlimactic.

First, I arrived to the wrong hotel. I had been looking at two different ones last night and had it in my head that I had booked the other one. “I made it! Uh….oh, sorry. Wrong hotel.” Something along those lines.

When I arrived at the hotel I had actually booked the lady at reception was dealing with some problematic guests so I stood to the side waiting maybe 15 minutes until that was resolved.

Nevertheless, I’m feeling mighty fine. As I was rolling in to the harbor area, I couldn’t believe I had just done that. Nobody was aware of my accomplishment. None of the thousands of tourists milling about and taking pictures knew that my odyssey was ending except me. And it didn’t really matter.

Nørdkapp to Bergen, a journey of 1,850 miles following the Euro Velo 1 Atlantic Coastal Route (Norway section), in 30 days.

Yesterday, I asked the Brit, who had done a number of long bike tours, how he felt after each one. (I guess I was kind of examining how I was feeling about getting near the end.) “There’s a lot of satisfaction, if I’m quite honest.”

My sentiments exactly.

By the way, if you check out my Strava feed, see if you can see all the times I got lost. There’s one smudge in particular. It’s me wandering around in a playground trying to find the trail. Playground wasn’t part of the trail. Had to back track to figure it out.