Nordkapp (North Cape) has been a mystical place for me since I was a boy. I remember reading a book about a car journey from North Cape to the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa. It was probably written in the early ‘50s. I never dreamed then that I would travel there myself by motorcycle just weeks away from my 70th birthday.
Dublin – Oslo – Köping, Sweden
Saturday, July 17, is “D” day. Having checked in online, I derive great pleasure passing the queue. My luggage is packed on the bike, so I’m only carrying a small haversack. I join Peter, a fellow biker on the same trip, and while chatting, we arrive at Rygge Airport in no time. There, we share a taxi with Walter, another biker, to meet up with Derek at the shipping truck. In little more than an hour after arriving in Oslo we are heading east toward Sweden. Unfortunately, after traveling 250 miles, and with darkness falling, the campsite we try is fully booked. We ride on to Köping and get a room at the Best Western. Luckily, we just check in and the heavens open.
Köping – Umea, Sweden
The sun wakes us early, and we pack the bikes around 6 a.m. Breakfast isn’t until 8, so we make our way down to a petrol station nearby to fill up the bikes first. The plan is to head north along the Swedish coast, taking our time and enjoying the spectacular scenery. We travel up the E4 and pass through Sundsvall, and we wait for Derek to catch up before moving on to Umea. We get a cabin at a campsite there for approximately each. The food is good, and there are great facilities for children.