Yarn Bombing: Copenhagen Edition

Denmark is notoriously cold, gray, and damp at this time of year. Sweaters are absolutely vital. And since Danes are very attached to their bikes, so it comes as no surprise that they would try to make them comfortable too. This jaunty bike was clearly out for a bit of Christmas shopping when I stumbled upon it.

Much more colorfully attired than most Danes.

Norge: Round II, Part III

After a disgracefully long time, I'm finally wrapping up the six part epic of my travels in Norway. Sick days are a great time to catch up on back-logged work.
On our final day in Flåm, we headed up to a traditional Norwegian farm in the hills called Otternes. It was run by an adorable woman who taught us to make traditional brunost (brown cheese). Despite being wary at first, I have to admit it was surprisingly delicious. It has a hint of caramel to it.

Some huts original to the old farm.

More huts. In fairness, there were quite a lot of them.

Doing the final stirring of the cheese.

After assisting with the cheese and exploring the ground of the farm, we were served a huge and scrumptious traditional lunch, made entirely from local products. We even got to help set the table and assemble the food. Quite good fun.

This is what a traditional table in an old Norwegian hut looks like.

That evening we enjoyed a beer and aquavit tasting at the Ægir Bryggeri. Awarded "Beer of the Year" in 2012, their beers are quite good, and the atmosphere of the place is wonderful- super hyggeligt.
The next morning, bright and early, we headed back up the Flåmsbana. After a long and uneventful layover in Myrdal, we continued on across one of the high plateaus to Bergen, via Voss. We had a few hours to kill in Bergen before our flight, so we took a quick look around the place.

We went up a funicular to the top of Mt. Fløien.

The view was spectacular.

I even had time to walk around the harbor a bit.

Some students, enjoying the park.

Norge: Round II, Part II

On the morning of our third day in Flåm, we picked up our bikes (shout out to Roald!) and disbanded to pursue our individual adventures for the day. Three intrepid students and I decided to attempt the ride up to the Stegastein Overlook, which you may remember from my previous foray into the northland. This entailed a vigorous 32km ride, 8km of which was very steep switchbacks up a mountain.

Even after only a modest elevation gain, the views were spectacular.

We were on a pretty tight schedule, so breaks were kept to a minimum, meaning maximum sweating. Definitely an attractive sight. 

But the ever improving vistas more than made our effort worth while.

The sign announcing there was only half a kilometer remaining was one of the most welcome I've seen in my entire life. By the time we got there, our legs had turned to shaking, highly unstable towers of flesh-colored jello (appetizing analogy, yeah?), but there was no time to recover, as there were fjords to be marveled at.

Victory.

After a very short recovery and picture taking break, it was time to return from whence we'd come. The ride back was significantly faster. Roughly a third the time. Which was good, as it got us back to Flåm in time for our fjord safari (another shout out, to Jon). 

We got to wear really cool outfits.

Whipping around the fjords in a RIB boat, looking for wildlife and hearing stories about the area's history was great, extremely cold, fun. Word to the wise: RIB boats are way faster than the ferry. So if you need to get from Flåm to Gudvangen in a hurry, I'd suggest trying to hop on one.

We got up close and personal with the water.

And the seals.

Once again, the weather gods smiled on us.

Norge: Round II, Part I

At the end of September I made my triumphant return to Norway, this time leading a pack of students. For four days, we were based in Flåm, exploring the fjords and surrounding mountains.

This is Flåm. As previously mentioned, it's tiny.

After a horrifically early start (arriving at CPH Lufthavn at the shockingly early hour of 5.30am), we luckily got to ease into the trip with a nice long bus ride through many, many tunnels. This was followed up by a chilly yet leisurely ferry ride from Flåm to Gudvangen, which lies at the end of the Nærøyfjord, which, as you may remember, means "narrow fjord". 

Mmmmmfjords.

Is it possible to see too many fjords? Personal experience says "nej".

Day two started with a ride up the ever popular, ever lovely Flåmbana to Myrdal. Once again, we got incredibly lucky with weather. It seems the weather gods of Norway really like me.

Behold; Myrdal.

From Myrdal, it's a 21km walk back down the Rallarvegen back to Flåm. The top of the trail is quite steep, and we were shocked to be passed by people driving cars up the ridiculously steep switchbacks. Clearly Norwegians are a hearty lot.

Picturesque cabins everywhere.

Outrageously lovely scenery has become a norm in my life.

Ah look, another waterfall.

And the river it feeds.

It was a very long walk down, and my knee was always not particularly pleased about it, but the views more than made it worthwhile. And there is a certain amount of satisfaction you get from completing a longish hike.

More cabins.

The water was an amazing shade of turquoise.

Overall, good times, and very worth the stiffness.

Norge: Round I, Part III

Solvang is a cute town, and is home to the oldest hotel in Norway, called The Walaker. I feel I need to inform everyone that this is also the first place in the entire world, that I have received fish in a restaurant and enjoyed it. Truly, this is a magical place.

Another place I could certainly live.

A garden hut. Adorable.

On our way to Geiranger, after our overnight in Solvang, we we had to take a ferry. It was quite a long ferry ride, with quite an unforgiving schedule. So to kill some time before our ferry, we went to the Jostedalsbreen Museum. Breen is Norwegian for 'the glacier', and Jostedalsbreen is the largest glacier in continental Europe. Although we caught many a glimpse of the glacier, we unfortunately didn't get close enough to walk on it, or even poke it. Such a shame.

Jostedalsbreen, creeping slowly but surely into a valley. 
Very ominous.

Geirangerfjord is another fjord so majestic it made its way onto the UNESCO list. The amount of UNESCO sites in this relatively small area of Norway is quite astounding, so if you're into bagging World Heritage sites, I highly recommend you add it to your list.And judging from our very gray and cloudy ferry ride, Geirangerfjord is worth the hype. Steep sided and dotted with now abandoned farmhouses, it is quite a mysterious and beautiful place.

Complete with a picturesque cloud.

Notice the bottle in the waterfall. This falls, The
Suitor, is directly across the fjord from the famous Seven Sisters waterfall. Legend has it that after his suits to the sisters were rejected, he turned to drink, hence the bottle.

Norwegian majesty.

The tiny village of Geiranger at the very end of the fjord, is another very popular tourist destination. We arrived after the cruise ship season had come to a close, but that didn't slow the bus tours down one jot. German tourists were particularly multitudinous, and we were delighted and amused to frequently be mistaken for fellow Deutschers. It should be noted that one of the bus drivers wore Lederhosen. The entire time. I never thought of those as particularly comfortable attire, but if they're good enough for a long-haul bus driver, perhaps I should rethink my customary road-tripping wardrobe.
As this was the only place we spent more than one night, we had time the second day to go for a hike. By happy chance, Geiranger is home to Storeseterfossen, a waterfall that you can walk behind. The weather didn't exactly cooperate, but we did get some lovely views of sheep and clouds. So that's something. 

Such regal beasts.

I don't know what it is, but all huts in Norway, no matter how
dilapidated, are somehow beautiful.

Behind the foss.

Things took a turn for the better as we descended the mountain, and the clouds lifted, giving us a couple good vistas, which was a very welcome surprise.

Not half bad.

As it would have been a shame to waste such a happy accident, we decided to go to a drive. It should come as a surprise to no one who has been reading along that we found ourselves one yet another high plateau. 

This one even had a small glacier.

The cloud cover over Geirangerfjord.

Norge: Round I, Part II

After spending the night in Lofthus, we were bound for Bergen, Norway's second largest city, with a pit-stop in Voss. Voss is apparently the extreme sports capital of Norway, although I have to say, I'm not entirely sure why. It's a cute enough town, but I failed to see anything particularly extreme about it. I probably wasn't looking in the right places.

You can't call yourself a town without a church.

It also boasts a lovely lake. Great place for lunch.

We went for a quick jaunt in the woods above the town. Nothing spectacular, but a much needed stretch of the legs after a lot of time spent in the car. Continuing on to Bergen was uneventful- just a lot of tunnels. But what else is new.
Bergen is a cute, if not terribly exciting city. Bryggen, the old wharf area, is quite cool though. It's a UNESCO site, since it is rather historically significant. It was an old Hanseatic kontoret, though none of the current buildings are original, due to many fires. Bergen was already an important port city well before the arrival of the Hanseatic League. In its heyday, Bryggen was where the German merchants lived and did business, and the Germanic influence is very visible in the architecture of these buildings. Interestingly, they really were not at all integrated into the Norwegian society; on the contrary, they were essentially segregated from it.

Colorful and rickety are the best adjectives to describe Bryggen.

A statue honoring the dried herring- source of Bergen's ancient power.

The next day we headed out of the city and up to Flåm, making a minor detour up part of the Nærøyfjord, another UNESCO site. It's name literally means "narrow fjord", so it should come as no surprise that this fjord is indeed quite narrow- only 500m wide in some places. And it's beautiful.

I could live here. Happily.

Artsy dew shots.

Flåm is a pretty tiny village- about 400 residents- on an arm of the Sognefjord, Norway's largest fjord, and the third longest in the world. But it's estimated about a million tourists come through every year, mostly on cruise ships. And it's easy to see why. 

The Flåmbana. The steepest non-cog railway in something or other. Norway?
 Northern Europe? The world? I can't remember.

Kjossfossen.

But we'll come back to Flåm. 
A ways down the valley is the larger village of Aurland. And part of Norway's National Turistrut begins in here, winding its way up to another high plateau. And on the way up is the Stegastein overlook. I first heard about it on an architecture blog, and was very excited to see it in person.

It did not disappoint.

Nor did the view.

The road over this particular plateau is call the snow road. Before the Lærdal tunnel (clocking in at 24.5km long, making it the longest road tunnel in the world) was built, this was the main route between Lærdal and Aurland. Since tunnels are mind-boggling boring (if you seen one, you've seen them all), we opted for this route. And it was an excellent choice.

Most excellent.

More rock piles.

The plateaus are wonderfully barren.