The ferry landed a long way from Stavanger. The road was much bigger now with dramatic bridges jumping from one small island to another. The landscape and the mood were very different here. The islands of bare rock were low with scrubby dry vegetation. The few buildings were large, modern and industrial with the occasional oil depot. I began to realise that I might not make the plane and became rather erratic in my map reading. If the airport was to the north of town I might just make it but it turned out to be well south of town by the beach. `even if I hadn't had to return the rented car I wouldn't have made it. Sweating and resigned I arranged to take a flight the next morning and took a cab back to a hotel I had seen on the way in. The hotel was the old airport hotel and turned out to be one of the nicest hotel I have stayed in