The next day, I drove out of Voss towards Bergen, where I had some South African stash (plus coffee from Ethiopia!) I'd promised to drop off at a friend's workplace. The drive took about 90 mins and I spent an additional 30 just driving around, trying to find a street that would actually take me to within walking distance of the feckin' place. I should hasten to add that "walking distance" may differ for you, dear reader, and me; what with my neuropathic legs, shortness of breath and rotund appearance.
Afterwards, I drove into what can only be described as a postcard, or rather postcard after postcard. The road up to Urke, where I was going was very, very pretty with a couple of vistas, especially near Stryn, which were just mindblowing.
The bus stop shelters on the road between Voss and Bergen have grassy roofs on them. Awww.
These were taken on the ferry between Ytre Oppedal and Lavik:
These were taken along lake Jølstravatnet, when I was driving (flying low?) towards the village of Skei.
Finally, these were taken from the roadside in the hills above Byrkjelo, the next village over. One of the most stunning places I've ever seen, with mountains all around me.
The snow is a part of the mighty glacier Jostedalsbreen. It is almost 500 square km big and is the largest on the European mainland.
There were sheep in a meadow just below me and I could hear the clanging of their bells.
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