The Suitor, clinging to his bottle.
Chilling in Eidsdal looking over the Norddalsfjorden which we had to cross by ferry.
If it wasn't for other folks and skiers taking a rest near the frozen lake of Djupvatnet there'd be absolutely no sound disturbing the complete serenity up there.
It takes only about 15 minutes by car to climb up from mean sea level to 1000 meters in height, completely displacing the designated traveller. Suddenly we found ourselves driving on roads carved through 3m of snow and ice looking down this endless valley.
For four months a year every single day at least one cruise ship arrives in Geiranger regurgitating an abundance of humanoids fighting their (50m long) ways to the souvenir shops to stuff their plastic bags full with shit, cramp it into a selfie and wait at the docks for the ship's horns to announce departure, chained to 5" screens, being the quietest herd there is.
Driving the slopes of the Ørnevegen down to the fjord holds an experience in itself.
P.S.: This really is my best shot of the village. Camera suckery hasn't ended, yet.
We spent a couple of days in a cosy camping cabin near Geiranger. Fantastic weather accompanied us during our excursions down the world famous fjord, around the villages and up the surrounding mountains. Though the sun was out for 18 hours a day temperatures never really exceeded 10°C and with the birches still waiting for their leafs to sprout it might as well have been December in our valley.