Fjording...I can't be the first to turn it into a verb right? Anyways, I set off from Oslo early yesterday morning. A "quick" 6+ hour train ride took me over to Myrdal where I switched trains to descend the 1200+ meters to sea level. If the brakes went out on this thing...well you get the idea.
Along the way the train stops for a look at this waterfall that used to provide hydroelectric power for the construction effort many years ago. The deck at this stop was nice and slippery due to the fine layer of ice -- did I forget to mention that it's kind of cold up here?
You pass a few small towns on the way down the slope. This is definitely remote living.
At the bottom you reach Flam, which is basically a transit interchange from train to boat. I thought it would be nice to break up my travel, so I stayed here a night. It'd be an understatement to say that there isn't much to do here. In the off-season, which it is, the few stores in this town aren't even open much. It's a good thing I bring entertainment with me when I travel. I'm not referring to my other personalities, though they do help maintain my sanity. A laptop with work and movies, and a good book does the trick for killing quite a few hours. I have to say that I can't remember the last time I worked this many hours consistently.
I did meet some friends in town -- they seemed like they'd be great drinking buddies. There's something having to do with trolls here, but I never figured it out.
When they were cutting the 20 tunnels to bring the train down here, they used to ride these down the tracks. Looks a little crazy to me, but what the hell -- try anything once right?
The view from Flam is great. It's definitely a nice prequel to the boat ride. This is the view from my pension this morning.
The Fjord Lord seemed like a great vessel for jaunting around these mile-high cliffs. But I boarded a bigger boat for this leg of the journey.
These are a few of the majestic views you get along the way.