Norway was like a rush of emotion on the best kind of days. Colour, light and ecstasy floated in the air and everywhere we turned was beauty. Flying over the twilight-lit landscapes which evolved from abandoned frozen lakes to lush tree tops guarding small houses by the river was the best welcome we could have asked for.
After stepping off the plane into Oslo we slept for a night before taking the ‘most beautiful train ride in the world’ – which certainly did live up to its name as we watched about different Norwegian landscapes open up before us: rivers, green-moss covered fields, snow-capped mountains in the distance and thick, snow covered ski-fields. Eventually (after a little train mishap) we arrived in Bergen just as the rain was starting to fall.
Norway’s beauty welcomed us again the next morning, as we ascended the mountain and got lost in the forest. Surprisingly, thick layers of snow were nowhere to be seen and instead we were immersed in the green of moss-covered rocks and fast-flowing streams. Each time we climbed higher over we were greeted with natures wonders on one side and Bergen’s quaint houses on the other. We were lost in the beauty of the forest for 4 hours or so before a cold front hit at the same time as hunger pangs…
Be fearless. Have the courage to take risks. Go where there are no guarantees. Get out of your comfort zone, even if it means being uncomfortable. The road less travelled is sometimes fraught with barricades, bumps, and uncharted terrain. But it is on that road where your character is truely tested – and your personal growth realised.
About a 2hr drive from Bergen sits a tiny town, Jondal. Upon arrival you may feel as though you’ve stumbled to the edge of the world. Everything is quiet, but a different kind of peaceful from Bergen’s forest. Perhaps because we decided to visit a tiny coastal town in the middle of winter, or perhaps it holds some undiscovered mystery which we never worked out, but Jondal was ominous.
“What a strange place we’ve wandered into,” Michelle thought.
Strange, yes. But no less beautiful. The snow-capped mountains surrounded us and in the town on the other side of the river could be seen only as the ferry docked every two hours. We were two of ten people we saw that day, most of them found in the grocery store located by the wharf. After wandering all over the town for an hour or so, we retreated back to the airBnB for a home-cooked meal and reading in the candle light. I couldn’t help but think of all the fun to be had in the summer time there.
Goodbyes are never for long; it’s the farewells you need to be wary of. And Norway, I’ve only said goodbye for now.