Well no noise from the trains but heck of a din from the rail workers. Just our luck, turns out the station is closed for the weekend due to track repairs and constant digging and drilling with tonker toys was endless.
First dilemma of the day…the road to Voss! Tom Tom says toll and CoPilot says no toll. The no toll was shorter, so we opted for the free route. Off we trot, wiggling our way to Voss through more tunnels and rocky headlands. Then we arrived in a little town and took a right..let the journey begin! Whoa what a drive and a half along the ‘old Voss road’. Within a few meters of leaving the village we started to climb the single track road.
The roads up through the mountains were perilous and only just wide enough for a motorhome. Thankfully, it was quiet with only a handful of small cars heading down the old path. As we climbed higher the roads took on impossible tight bends and sheer falls from belly turning heights. Pressing my nose against the glass reminded me of the view you get from airplanes..everything was a dot and if I stuck my arm out the window, I would be flying high. But I am not that brave and the occasional glance down made me think of a slipping rock or tumbling piece of road so best to look straight ahead. Craig remained cool as a cucumber driving Vin like it was a little two seater, sweeping us along the edge of ragged roads with just a few 1000 feet below.
After a few hours of bouncing excitation, we reached the pinnacle of the mountains. Gushing waterfalls, a huge dam and glorious unspoilt lakes. Our walk along the smooth walkway of dam wall was a nice stretch of the legs, a good sniff for Mac n Tosh and chance to uncurl the toes from clinging to the foot mats. Then for the steep descent into a broad valley of the most inexpressible lushness and raw natural beauty. Charming little wooden houses scattered here and there. Dreamy landscape with rickety wooden foot bridges crossing tiny mountain streams. The drive took several hours but it was one to certainly remember…road 314!
Our arrival in to Voss was direct and to the point…LPG, Voss Filling Station! We scooted over to the other side of town and bingo, we have LPG. Thanks to Tommy and our friends at bobilgruppa took us straight to the filling station. We filled up, sigh, smiled and tootled off.
Voss was heaving with a cycling event, so we headed just to the outskirts of town. We did a bit of washing, cleaning and Craig did a bit of tinkering…he found another use for his multi purpose bungie…a small piece around the end of the shower rail to keep it in place! So what next? Well, after a fun day of adventure driving followed by a few chores, we opted to enjoy the rest of the day in the sunshine. Plus it was a good way to stop and chat to the locals to which we got loads of helpful hints, tips and hidden gems, yeah.
Our sleep spot tonight..right on the headland at Voss looking to Gossland and the snow capped hills. With beautiful pink sunset, lots of purple flowers and almost mirror image in the water…wild camping at its best.
Route: Stanghelle to Voss
Weather: Low 16 and high 31…its getting toasty, duvet off and our little Honeywell fan out!