Today we spent on the road heading towards Bergen. We drove up the 41 onto the 134 which took us west and then south again to the 39, boring I know but I needed to give the whole story some context. This journey took us through some of the most spectacular scenery I’ve ever seen. You could convince yourself you were in Wales or Scotland but everything is on a scale I never even dreamt of before!
Unfortunately in a world where there are countless numbers of waterfalls all waiting for me to point a camera at them, for the most part it was absolutely hammering it down with rain and blowing a howling gale. There were a few moments where I seriously thought we were gonna get blown of the road. It was a constant fight to keep the van in a straight line. Not a pleasant drive at all! I kind of made my mind up to come back this way if we can. Having said all that if I could have stopped every time I wanted to to photograph another glorious waterfall we would still be there now (two days later).
We did come across one called Langfossen which comes down the side of the mountain and passes under the road into the lake/fjord? You can’t begin to imagine the size of this thing, it’s the biggest fall I’ve ever seen after Niagra. No photo can really do it justice. I went to the bottom to get as much of it in the photo as possible, there was a Japanese guy down there who didn’t speak good English (my Japanese is limited too) but we managed to agree this place was fantastic! As I said no photo will ever do it justice but I had to have a go as the rain had briefly reduced to a steady drizzle. In fact I’m not sure it hadn’t stopped raining and what I was seeing now might have been mist from this enormous waterfall.
Not very long after this we started looking for somewhere to stay the night as I was pretty knackered now. We still drove another couple of hours till we found a picnic area that didn’t have any signs forbidding camping. We settled down for the night but were slightly concerned when a car with two men and one woman came and parked next to us. They actually didn’t do anything wrong but I thought it odd that 3 people would stop and have a roadside picnic (till it pissed it down again) and then sleep in a small car. But that’s exactly what they did and good luck to them. The car was pretty steamed up in the morning and I couldn’t help thinking they must have been frozen. I suppose we need to get past the paranoia that comes from living in Birmingham in the UK. Trouble is if you study the news back home it’s too easy to think everyone’s out to rob you. In the meantime we were joined by two other motorhomes who also spent the night there. Happily we survived the night without being raped and pillaged, so upwards and onwards to Bergen!!
Wandering Wildman 