I wrote this text a few days back, when I was still a bit shaken by something that had happened a few hours earlier. Now we’re safe and happy in Unstad, Lofoten – but I still feel like sharing this with you all. As a reminder to keep things cool on the roads.
If you search for a route up to Lofoten on Google maps, it will most surtenly tell you to drive trough Sweden. That’s what we did last time we where there, two years ago. But as you already know, we wanted to see more of Norway this time and ignored the suggested route even though our one would take hours longer. But we’re not in a hurry.
Even though we’re not in a hurry, we where eager to get to Lofoten yesterday, after our stops and detours along the way. It’s easy to get caught in some kind of race where all that matters is miles and hours on the road.
But then something didn’t happen, that woke us up. It didn’t happen, but it was close. Maybe not as close as it felt.
We slept some kilometers outside of Levanger and had a look at the old ruin of a monastery before we got out on the E6 going north. I don’t know how highways look where you come from, but me and Carl are used to two lanes in each direction and a central barrier. The roads we drove on yesterday looked more like small country roads back home. But the traffic is still very busy with people on their way to and from their cottages, tourist busses and heavy trucks carrying I don’t know what up and down the seemingly narrow roads.
One lane in each direction and nothing but yellow marks on the ground to separate the traffic going south and north.
And then that car. Some kind of SUV, where the driver decided that he or she was in such a hurry that it was worth to do an overtaking even though it was impossible to see far enough on the road ahead. On the road where we showed up.
I don’t know, it might not have been so close. But the moments that went by, when I went from annoyed over such a stupid behaviour, to not seeing how that SUV would be able to get back between the cars in the right lane. To tense all my muscles, preparing for the crash. Feeling how Calle hit the breaks. And then, the SUV getting back to it’s own side of the road, way to late.
Those moments stuck and made us forever remember; that we’re never in such a hurry.
After this we drove off the E6 and took a smaller road with less traffic and lower speed limits. We took our time to look at the scenery and stop to take pictures. We arrived to Lofoten a few days later, but with peace in mind.
Please, drive safe!