The drive to Geirangerfjord was possibly the most scenic drive yet; not even a book could stop your eyes from absorbing Norway’s beauty. We stopped at various turquoise, limestone lakes, sped through Norway’s many tunnels in varying mountain ranges and encountered the odd rapids, flourishing down the mountain sides as if they were in a race.
The Trollstigen mountain road which meandered through valleys, was just before the fjord was the most dramatic with it’s looming layer of mist spiralling around the only timber house in the middle of the sheer cliffs that reached into the clouds. The roads from here spiralled down the mountains in hairpin bends and the smell of burning tires penetrated the air along with the cascading waterfalls and a sea mist.
Once the fjord was in view, it demanded your attention with it’s beauty and I found myself imagining grand Viking ships sailing in and out of fjords alike in magnificence. If it was possible to compare the landscape with anything it would be Avatar; thriving nature, hidden secrets and a profound beauty. Geirangerfjord is possibly Norway’s most famous fjord and is a UNESCO Heritage site-which wasn’t hard to believe.
Once we had found our desired campsite(Grande Hytteutleige og Camping) we stayed here for three nights and made the most of the facilities, although they were quite tight (4 min shower). The road that led down to the campsite was steeper than any road we had travelled to get here but after some debating it was manageable.
We were placed by the waters edge and had the experience of falling asleep and waking up among the looming mountains that made themselves more spectacular than frightening. At night, by the odd light within the valley, the mountains would reflect in the fjord rippling a magical reality.
My brother and (TUT) Enjoyed themselves as they were catching several fish along with other keen fisherman and if the water wasn’t so cold it would be the perfect place for a swim.
On our last day a cruise ship came in and happened to be the fourth largest in the world and usually they would obstruct the landscape, but somehow it only added to it’s grandeur.
TUT decided that it would be best not to drive out of the fjord, although it looked doable, so instead we took the ferry out- many campers chose this decision. In total we took four ferries to be on the side of the thousands of fjords we needed to be.
The weather was shocking -typical- yet the views maintained their beauty and we were rewarded with beauty. Waterfalls continued to cascade down the mountains, almost as if they were crying and the clouds were so low you felt as if you were in the sky.