Climb every mountain,fjords every stream

Just came over the highest point on the cycle route, a giant hill / mountain outside Lyngdal. A triple burger with four fries of a hill. Interesting we reach for a food metaphor. The fjords sparkled green, and the passes were mega. Going up is one thing but coming down is another. It fries the brakes as you twist and turn around alpine hairpins. Andrew has got through 2 sets already - so still some weight to lose!
We have learned that it's all about the gradient and the constant up and down is the worst - judging by those days we have been slumped outside a supermarket at 5.30 eating crisps. Today I (Jill) have been making up new words to tunes from the sound of music, talking to my gears and obsessing about pastries. Yes, I am going mad and it's time to come home. Two months appears to be our attention span.
For those of you who have been wondering why we haven't stopped en route for a bit of a holiday we think we have a reasonable explanation. The negative reason is weather. Cycling in the rain is miserable, dangerous on the roads and extra miserable when you have a wet tent. So on sunny days we cycle. Then on wet days we end up holed up in what have often been quite bleak campsites. And to add insult to injury it costs a bomb in Norway to stay and do nothing in the rain.
The positive explanation is what these countries have to offer isn't heat or beaches but amazing scenery - and the best way to see it is to keep rolling along on the bike.
So onwards to Stavanger, Bergen and the end.