While I’d like to speed along with the travel25years journey, my travelling life has taught me patience, and that you should enjoy the journey and not just look forward to the destination; as attested to by numerous travellers and writers before me.
So this blog is dedicated wholly to the Eidfjord–Ulvik ferry journey, as I like the mirror reflection photos created as the low cloud of the outward journey cleared.
Eidfjord to Ulvik Photos
And it was patience, and a desire to see as much of the fjords as I could that helped me capture these Eidfjord to Ulvik photos. While the inside of the ferry was warmer and more comfortable; and the weather conditions not ideal; I stayed out on the back of the ferry all the journey, and I think I was rewarded with some great photos.
Although I may be blowing my own trumpet a little there, I fully acknowledge that it was mainly my love of nature that made the photos possible, rather than my photography skills.
It was nature that created the scenes, and they are no doubt created every day in that part of Norway, whether I am there or not. Anyway, here’s the photos; several of which are relevant to this site’s sister site, Folding Mirror Poetry, and the last one to the Greenygreysite:
I was hoping to do a sporting activity on my last full day in Voss, but the season still hadn’t really started, so I took a bus to Ulvik and then a boat out to Eidfjord. Here’s some photos from the outward bus journey and time spent in Eidfjord. There was low cloud in the morning, but it cleared just in time to see the mountains surrounding the fjord port:
Update: there are now more Voss, Naeroyfjord and Flam-Myrdal photos creating a folklorish short story involving a viking family, sleeping waterfalls and a lost quest on the greenygrey.co.uk blog.
I was hoping to do the Norway in a Nutshell tour on my way to Oslo, but found out in Voss tourist info that it can’t be done as part of the train journey from Voss, only on the whole Bergen to Oslo train journey.
Norway in a Nutshell Naeroyfjord
A bus was leaving to start the Nutshell tour outside the station, so I bought a ticket and was on my way to Norway in a Nutshell, including the steep-sided UNESCO heritage site Naeroyfjord and the steep winding Flam to Myrdal railway line.
Here’s some photos (they don’t really capture the scale of the Naeroyfjord; cars on the road around the fjord looked matchbox sized!):
Voss(evangen) is a tourist town for two main reasons. The first is that it is the extreme sports capital of Norway, like Queenstown in New Zealand, providing skiing and snowy sports in winter and adrenalin sports like ski-diving, kayaking and paragliding in summer.
Norway in a Nutshell
Voss’s other main attraction is that it is the start or finish of the Norway in a Nutshell trip, including Norway’s (and world’s I think) second-rated fjord, the Naeoroyfjord. Only the Naeroyfjord and the Geirangerfjord are UNESCO sites.
More about that later, because although on my first day in Voss I just booked into my hostel at Evangervegen 68, and walked around Lake Vangsvatnet to the Bordalsgjelet gorge, it provided lots of beautiful photos as the bright afternoon lakeside sun was eaten up by evening’s cloud mountains.
Lake Vangsvatnet and Bordalsgjelet Photos
Lake Vangsvatnet from Voss Hostel Evangervegen 68.
After following a sign on Mount Ulriken to Hostel Montana I thought I’d return to the path I’d ascended the mountain, but found myself in unfamiliar territory as I left the waterfall and reached roads and houses.
Mount Ulriken to Saedalen
Then I realised I must be the other side of the tunnel I’d visited a few days before on a random trek to the south-west. I was in Saedalen. I walked over the tunnel, as there was no pedestrian access, and returned to the road already trodden.
I’d enjoyed my time on Mount Ulriken, but it was also nice to be returning to civilisation; to a hot shower, food and relaxation with a morning’s achievement for contemplation. It reminded me of a Folding Mirror poem I’d recently written, and that I’ve just published on fmpoetry.wordpress.com.