In 2021 I made a solo motorcycle trip across Western Norway. That little motorcycle adventure left me speechless, reminding me why I love to travel on a motorbike. I've ridden one of the most beautiful roads in Scandinavia, and every day I was pinching myself to ensure I wasn't dreaming.
That country is one big motorcycle heaven and one of my top 5 best countries to ride a motorcycle. If you're dreaming about it? Don't hesitate; just pack your stuff, fire your motorbike, and go!
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Music: Wardruna - Lyfjaberg (Healing-mountain)
Lyrics (translation):
Saddle your soul and let it ride
With blind eyes, you’ll surely find the way
Draw your breath in - let your thoughts fly
Let it out slowly - on winds you’ll bide
The spindle spins, the thoughts entwine revolving sight
The enchantment song lures the soul from its shape
Out through the door, through the cobweb-veil
Out borne on bare feet, a heavy burden
Out in your innermost, a steep trail ahead
High upon Healing-Peak, nine maidens await
At the first stop where paths cross, you pause
Leave clothes behind and all you own
Where you are heading, they’ll be of no use
The burden lightens, but heavy is the trail ahead
At the second stop where paths cross, you pause
Leave time behind, and weighty thoughts
Where you are headed, they’ll be of no use
The burden lightens, but heavy is the trail ahead
At the third stop where paths cross, you pause
Leave fears behind, let fall all masks
Where you are headed, they’ll be of no use
The burden lightens, but heavy is the trail ahead
Naked at the top, the mountain knows you
North waves an eagle-wing, the wind it draws
The shadow-women dance about you
They sing for you, chanting powerful runes
Wounds and sickness
Of marrow and blood
Of meat and bone
Of flesh and skin
into weather and wind
you fade
I summon you into the mountain blue
Where neither sun nor moonshine can reach you
I summon you into the forest where no one dwells
and out to the sea where no man rows
Deep beneath an earthbound stone
out of harm’s way
Run through the rivers
and roll with the ocean tides
Into weather and wind you fade
Neither sun nor moonshine can reach you
Sink in the sea where no man rows
Run through the rivers
and roll with the ocean tides
Healing-mountain stands for eternity
It comforts the sick and the sore
Each and every one who assails that rock
Will find their lifelong ailment cured
Leave it behind on Healing-Peak
Where the rivers and streams
dance northwards and down
That mountain mends all those who climb