It looked like it was going to rain all day, in fact it looked like it was always raining here. Waterfalls cascaded down the rocks next to the road. I drove through tunnels and over peaks, plunging down into silent valleys. Despite the winding road I overtook everyone I came across though after having to wait impatiently for a straight bit of road. The villages were perched on the edge of steep slopes. They looked hard working but well kept. As I travelled West towards the sea the mountains became less sharp and lower. I feared that I had taken the wrong road as the one I was on was very narrow and deserted. It could hardly be the main road to Stavanger