15/06/08 - Don't follow that Hare (Marea's version)

The seven sisters waterfall

We woke to a beautiful day and from our sleeping spot overlooking
Geiranger we spied a number of possible breakfast spots in the sun. We
had to negotiate around a faux guard dog that looked like a big fat
Shetland Pony to get there though.

Then a 45min walk, to yes, yet another waterfall!! This one's unique
feature, was that you could walk right in behind the it. The
deafening sound of water smashing down was not definitely not
conducive to conversation.

Feeling like we needed something else, we decided to hike further up
the valley. However, someone took a wrong turn up a rather steep hill
and after a sweaty half hour we figured we didn't have enough time to
continue hiking up a 1500m mountain!! Daniel's popularity wasn't
helped by Kerryn and he apparently subscribing to opposite ends of the
Hare -Tortoise sprectrum, with Kerryn taking (a little) umbrage at
Daniel's two speeds: "fast and stopped" as she put it;-)
So with a ferry to catch, we turned back after 30mins and slipped and
slid back down the hill.

The ferry took us on a one hour scenic trip from Geiranger to
Hellesylt through the stunning Geirangerfjord.
Whilst longer and more expensive (£45) than other ferry crossings this
one was more like a boat cruise with commentary and a photo stop at
the seven sisters...another waterfall.

From Hellesylt, the drive took us through the very pretty Norangsdalen
valley, which just for a change, didn't have a fjiord. At one point a
massive landslide in 1908 had dammed the valley stream up. In the lake
that was subsequently formed you can still see the foundations of
small huts that the farmers used before their livelihood was flooded.
Across Hjørundfjord on a small ferry, we headed to a junction of three
fjiords - Vartdalsfjord, Voldafjord and Rovderfjorden. Our camping
spot is right on the waters' edge with blue sky!
After enviously eyeing up some fishermen's catch Marea reminded me
again, that I thrown away the fishing rod that came with Pat when we'd
bought him! In fairness, it was only a rod - no reel, no line, no
hooks, no sinkers...... she doesn't seem to appreciate that you need
all that other stuff too.
Never mind, perfect weather for BBQ'd pork chops.