After the doctors stopped playing about with my innards, and after they were happy that I was suffering no ill effects from the anesthetic, I escaped from St Olav's Hospital. And, having not eaten for about 14 hours, we paid a visit to the Cafe Dublin for lots of food. It's a nice place, and as can be seen from the sign, top left in this picture, it's easy to find the toilet.
Anyway, on the road, and heading south on the E6. Near Trondheim there just isn't anything that could be called a mountain, but there are some weird looking hills.
Anyhow, the next post on this trip should be the last, covering the section from Dombås to home, with some really sinister shots of the mountains in Romsdalen.
Yun's aa fir enoo.