866m above sea level, 12 waterfalls, 20 tunnels and an hour train trip takes us from Flam to Myrdal. The mountains tower above small villages in green valleys and isolated cabins high on the slopes with only a goat track to get to them, snow on the peaks.
At Kjos Waterfall the train stops and we all pile out to photograph and be photographed. A Nordic maiden jumps out from behind a rock and sings an alluring song - you can just see her orange-clad figure in photo 1. 14 appearances a day, whenever a train goes by, rather a damp job.
We do the return journey, this time expecting the tunnels and green valleys, with just time for lunch before boarding the ferry. Ann and I have a blueberry cider but it was not due to that I lost my passport. I ran around like a chook with its head cut off but phew! - Bill found it under my chair with minutes to spare. Champagne celebration tonight.
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