The road through Lerdahl to Geiranger Fjord

Then I went towards Lerdahl, and this part of the journey became one of those that I remember with special warmth. There were many mountain landscapes, small settlements and a completely calm road where you just wanted to drive and look around. Sometimes I turned down the music on purpose, because the noise of the wheels and the surrounding landscape created their own atmosphere.

The Lerdahl Tunnel is considered to be the longest automobile tunnel in the world, with a 24.5-kilometer path through it. I was surprised when I found out that the psychological burden on drivers was taken into account during the internship. The tunnel consists of 4 sections separated by 3 large mountain caves.

The Lerdahl Tunnel

On the way to the fjords, I also appreciated this as an attraction. I noticed an interesting thing about myself: the further I drove, the less I wanted to constantly take pictures of everything. At the beginning of the trip, the phone literally did not have time to cool down, and then I began to just look with my eyes more often. This is probably one of the signs of a good trip, when it's no longer so important for you to prove to someone where you've been, because you realize that this moment will remain in your memory even without a photo.

Geiranger Fjord – that's what I came for.

The main point of my route was Geiranger Fjord. I had seen him dozens of times in photographs and thought that after all I had seen, it would be difficult to surprise me, but in person everything turned out to be even bigger. The narrow fjord, high green cliffs, waterfalls that fall directly from the slopes, and small ships on the water made it feel like I was somehow inside a very expensive tourist advertisement.

Geiranger Fjord

On one of the viewing platforms, I lost track of time altogether. The plan was simple: get out of the car, take a look, take a few photos and drive on, but each time it seemed like just one more minute and the light would become more beautiful. As a result, I stood there much longer than I intended, and then I found a whole series of almost identical photos on my phone, differing by about a couple of centimeters in the movement of the cloud, but I still couldn't delete them.

The funny thing is that at some point I already started to think that now I've definitely seen everything. But then the clouds parted a little, another light fell on the fjord, and I took out my phone again. It seems that it was in Norway that I realized that the phrase "last photo and we're going" is probably the biggest lie of a traveler.