Travel Blogs from Rosendal
... why we are so happy.
With the weather so nice outside I was certainly not sitting here all
morning and so after a while on the internet I headed with my camera up onto
It was boiling out here and just about every chair on deck was taken.
Nothing much exciting going on other than the wonderful hot sunshine and so
I simply sat here in my deckchair just taking in this glorious sunshine.
This scenery was still just as before with loads ...
... for about 5 minutes. I'm ready to pour purell on her. Only 1/2 hour left and I can get away from her and get back to happy.
The train to Flam was waiting when I arrived in Myrdal. This next train ride was from the top of the mountain down to the Fjord. Lots of tunnels and great views of waterfalls. Next we boarded the fairy. The tour was about 2 hours long and breathtaking! Norway is just drop dead beautiful. ...
... we could live here’. This idea was furthered by the fact they we also met our first Welsh Springer Spaniel, basically a very cute spaniel that Laura has been goggling for years.
Oslo: Our trip to Oslo got off to a rough start with a minor bum wound to Harold in a simple reversing maneuver. Not casualties, but the mandatory half hours silence followed as I cursed myself for poor driving skills.
We knew we were truly in ...
... way and not far away from the train tracks, on occasions. The train travelled through many very long tunnels. The sky was still very light until our arrival at approximately 10.45pm. Our hotel accommodation was directly across the road from the Central station where we alighted,
so we only had to drag our cases a short distance and fall in to bed. The gang of four also enjoyed the train ride and experience.
... jogging on the flatter bits with walking over the rough and broken or steep parts. We were past physical exhaustion yet on we pressed, cursing our three hour detour. Once we got to the final downhill there was nearly no light on the horizon and the trail was steep and rocky. Both me and Wals struggled with our bad knees as we tripped and slid for the last bit in the quickly setting dusk. Collapsing at the car near 8pm.
One of the most poorly planned trips ...