The road turned from gravel back to tarmac and became a little wider. I even passed a small truck heading in the other direction. I should have stopped them to ask the way but felt I must be on the right route and didn't really want to admit I was lost. I came to a fork in the road and took the larger of the two. After another ten minutes of driving the tarmac disappeared, and I seemed to be back on the same old track. I was becoming a bit concerned and a bit bored. It was fun to drive on this treacherous surface but I'd been doing it for hours and I wanted to get to Oslo before dark. I was intending to accept an offer to do a show there the following year and I wanted to see what the space looked like in daylight. More than that it felt frustrating to be unable to escape, like being in a maze