Down the fjords
We had a fun night out in Bergen. The streets were full of students wearing red trousers, in some kind of post-exam celebratory wackiness. Everything was lively, there were lots of pretty girls around, and we didn’t get back to the hostel until after 4am. This was a slight tactical error because we’d booked ourselves tickets on a train to Voss, leaving at 7.50am. When we got up at 7, I was not filled with enthusiasm for the day’s sightseeing.
I dozed on the train. The skies were dark and I thought we were finally going to have some famous Bergen rain, but it held off, and at Voss the sun began to break through. We then got a bus to Gudvangen, and by the time we got there the skies were clear.
From here, we got a boat to Flåm. It was a stunning ride down the Nærøyfjord, which as the name suggests is narrow. We were hemmed in on either side by towering cliffs, with waterfalls plunging from the heights. All was still except for the hum of the boat, and the waters were glassy. I listened to ‘Northern Soul’ by Ricky Ross, which to me seemed like the perfect soundtrack.
We chugged along, and very occasionally there was an isolated house perched on the edge of a cliff. If I ever become spectacularly rich, I’m going to buy one of them. Eventually we reached the end of Nærøyfjord and turned into the Aurlandsfjord. I didn’t want to trip to end but after two hours we were approaching Flåm.