Danny loves transport, and this trip has so far included a plane, a boat, a cable car, a funicular, the light-rail, buses and our feet. What was missing was a train, so we boarded the 08:29 from Bergen to Voss. The track traced the edge of a lake, plunging through dark tunnels and skimming through pine and birch-clad mountains. Raging glacial torrents fed the lake, surging white foam descending from the mountains above us.
When we arrived in Voss, we hopped on a bus to Ulvik – a small village on the edge of Ulvikafjorden (part of Hardangerfjord). We briefly poked our heads into the 19th century church, which felt more like a ship due to its heavy timber frame, then made a brief pitstop for a coffee at the Strand Fjordhotel before taking the Apalvegen to the village’s famous cider farms.
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We strolled through rows of apple trees, some ancient and gnarled, some lithe and supple, still clinging to their delicate pink blossom. The rain pittered gently, at this point it’s become part of the full Norwegian experience. We visited three farms (and their shops) and sipped a cider overlooking the fjord. At 8%, the scrumpy is pretty strong, so we didn’t manage any more than one. We then, with meandering steps, made our way up to the old farmhouse where we’re staying, to admire the view from the comparative shelter of the veranda.
The next morning the rain had cleared. We drank our coffee and watched shafts of sunlight fall on the valley.
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We hopped on to the express boat to Eidfjord, and then ventured to the Norwegian Nature Centre – a bizarre collection of obvious facts and taxidermied reindeer. The highlight was a low quality panoramic video of the local fjords and waterfalls, filmed from a helicopter. The swinging footage made me feel a bit seasick. We then visited Vøringsfossen, Norway’s third biggest waterfall. The slippery metal walkways and chilling wind meant that we didn’t spend very long admiring the sheer power of the plunging waters.
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We bundled ourselves back on the bus, then returned to Eidfjord where we took a scenic route to Norheimsund via various small villages on the edge of the fjord including Lofthus, Utne and Kinsarvik. As we traversed the fjord, the mountains on either side faded in and out of the mist. The wind swept the waves into a crashing crescendo, but moments later the sun was out, shining through the film of rain. After three hours we reached Norheimsund, and took the bus to Bergen for our final night in the city.
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When we told people we were coming to Norway, the most common responses were “it’s really expensive” and “it’s really beautiful”, both of which are true. Every £5 coffee or £50 meal came with a little wince (although lots of snack trips to the supermarket and flasks of tea helped us to mitigate the expense). And yet, it’s hard to put a price on a week spent in the mountains and on the fjords, drinking fresh air and pure water. Being in a new, wild place has made me feel more present, curious and human. It’s reminded me of everything I don’t know, and has rekindled a sense of wonder that can only be satisfied by another adventure.
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