I could play safe, turn back and loose time, or push on, risking a much longer journey if this wasn't the right road. Fairly sure that I was making a mistake I continued over the pass and then down into a perfect green valley with a lake at it's centre. A river thundered over flat rocks beside the road throwing up huge plumes of spray. At the base of the valley I found myself joining a long stationary queue of cars. Up ahead there were workmen dressed in yellow oil-skins, directing a string of lorries past the cars. I asked the driver of the taxi behind me if this was the road to Stavanger. He said that it was but that there had been a rock fall up ahead and the workmen were clearing the road. I worried that I was using up any spare time that I might have had. Eventually we were waved through in single file. I over-took the cars ahead of me and raced towards the town from which I would make the final ferry trip down to Stavanger airport