We woke to a beautiful day, but unfortunately were under a hill and in
the shade. Never fear though, parking at a view point looking down to
Geiranger gave us unlimited possibilities of where we could move to
for breakfast. Once we eyed up the best spot we were soon down the
hill, around a Shetland Pony who seemed to think the road was his so
wasn't budging from the road, and into the sunshine to cook up a
storm!!
A walk was the next on the agenda. Where to? - have a guess. Yes,
another waterfall!! The attraction of this one though was that you
could walk in behind the waterfall. It was pretty deafening as the
full force of the water smashed down over top of you.
Not feeling like had walked far enough, the decision was made to hike
further up the valley. However, someone (OK, me (Daniel)) took a
wrong turn and we ended up walking straight up a rather steep hill.
For a while I was hoping the track would turn and go along the side of
the valley. Soon, after a few buckets of sweat had been discharged,
we realised we climbing up to a 1500 metre peak instead!! With a
ferry to catch, we turned back and did our best to not slide too out
of control back down the hill.
The ferry we were catching was an hour long scenic trip from Geiranger
to Hellesylt through the stunning Geirangerfjord. With huge cliffs on
each side, our ever increasing knowledge of fiords knew that this
fiord was just a young one. An older fiord wouldn't have such steep
cliffs and would be shallower as it would have had a bit of time to
erode. There you go, you all learnt something today!
From Hellesylt, the drive took us through the Norangsdalen valley.
This was a bit of a novelty for us, as most valleys we have driven
along have a big humonguous fiord at the bottom. While this valley
still had amazing mountain peaks, the little stream we followed made
it very pretty. At one point the stream turned into a small lake.
This was due to a massive landslide in 1908 that dammed the stream up.
Peering down into the lake you can still see the foundations of small
huts that the farmers used before their lively hood was flooded.
Across Hjørundfjord on a small ferry, we then headed across to a
junction of fiords - Vartdalsfjord, Voldafjord and Rovderfjorden. Our
camping spot is right on the waters edge with blue sky above us!! As
Marea keeps reminding me, if only I had kept the fishing rod that came
with the van when we bought it!! 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 stuff too. Never mind, perfect
weather for BBQ'd pork chops.
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