Trondheim

Hit the road, Jack!!!

Let the music PLAY !

It is not a long way. 

It is not a short way. 

It is the MIDDLE way.

   

Our journey started at thursday afternoon.

 Warm. 

I felt like in an oven. 

But the road passes fast. 

                                                       First stop and Your chocolade                                                              is liquid.   

As fast as the way passes the sun left us. Røros and its narrow streets welcemed us fully of light. But the city was EMPTY, we met the few people walked down the street.



Only suns´s rays shined through gaps between houses. 

• Hey, we need a beer!!!
• Yep, good idea, look there is a shop.
• Hit the road, guys.

• Bad idea, that´s the holy day, today.
• Ya Ya, I know, but we can try that...

We crossed a plateau looks like the american route 66. Straight road, nothing in front of you and you can dash away with demons behind the heels. Fucking speed limit, 80 km max. They are CRAZY,aren´t they?

                                                                                                                                                                                                        At evening( around 11 pm.) we got to Trondheim.  It´s not a big city. Naturally we got lost. The road we rode stretches along Trondheim and we forgot turn to the city. A detour was not sooo long.

Find a hostel was worst. We did eventually find that and we´re standing on a roof with midnights spectacle on the city suffuses the sunlight and smoking our last cigaret. Today.Or tomorrow?!?

Welcomes us -

eventide´s getting dark

shine even burns 

                                           

                                       

                                       How tulips-

                                       turned pink ultimate of

                                       May – cheeks to her

Great Trondheim -

slowly clothes itself

by shades of blooms   

    

We bobbed down to the city, walked criss-crossed every inch of that and found a small café nearby an old walking bridge. Good coffeey...

That coffe at bridge

        wakes me from my dreams

                         don´t meddle and go!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Nidarosdomme (the cathedral of Trondheim) is truly beauteous dome I´ve ever seen. Those small sculptures of saints and kings aweken veneration in a soul...  

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