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.

Norge: Round I, Part I

I've spent a lot of time in Norway recently- almost two weeks out of the past month to be exact. And I've determined that I really like it there. What it lacks in affordable anything it more than makes up for in stunning scenery and very nice people. And it has been wonderful to get out of the city. As much as I love Copenhagen, there's something about living in a city that really gets me down. Sometimes I just need to recharge with trees and mountains and fresh air.
I will now attempt to recap my travels, beginning at the beginning. At the start of September, my wonderful parents came to visit. We explored Copenhagen, and I got to do all the touristy things I've wanted to do, but would have felt stupid doing alone. I will write about that later. We also toured around southern and central Norway, and it was excellent. 

Here is the fearless pair. Sorry guys, you had to make an appearance.

Our week-long jaunt began in Oslo. It's not the most scenic or exciting city, but there are some cool museums. And as I wrote many years ago, the opera house is a great building. We went to the Viking ship museum, because, well, how could we not? We also checked out the Fram museum, which is about polar exploration- very interesting. The harbor ferry to these museums was quite scenic. And we checked out the opera house at night, which was very nice to see. I enjoyed the lighting.

Not bad.

The opera house by night.

Bright and early the next day, we headed north to the tiny fjord-side town of Lofthus. On the way, we saw a stave church in Torpo. I think stave churches are amazing, so I was very excited. They're really cool buildings.

Stave churches are very tall and narrow.

And have very detailed carvings.

Even the door hardware is kind of ornate.

Our drive also took us over one of Norway's high plateaus. They are beautiful landscapes, and very unusual looking. I was jealous of all the people who own cabins scattered across it. It seems like a gorgeous, if somewhat lonely place to live.

There are lots of lakes up there.

And building rock piles is apparently the thing to do.

So I built one.

My first fjord!

Lofthus is located on an arm of the Hardanger fjord, almost on a parallel with Bergen. Apparently a lot of fruit is grown in this area, particularly apples, so we got to sample some local apple juice. Very delicious. Unfortunately it seems cider isn't really a thing in Europe, so we didn't get any Norwegian cider. Bummer.

The view from the pool. I could get used to this lifestyle...

It also needs to be noted that the toilet in our room had a massaging seat, and multiple
settings.  It made me nervous.