Oslo, Norway. Day 7
The 25th of June
In the morning.
I love this photo. It revives that feeling of freshness, calmness, pureness.
We decided that we’ll not go to Stavanger even though we’d booked a room in a hostel with a discount and that is not refundable. Instead we asked if we could stay in Froland Hostel. There was a vacant room, so we stayed.
The hostel had a strong religious mood. Bible was in every room. A small chapel was located in the yard.
Administration building looked pretty nice too.
After breakfast we went to explore surroundings. We didn’t go to far yet but we discovered that there is a camp for children near our hostel. We marked in our mind to go there later.
The fact that the hostel was located near beautiful lake Trevann in the forest caught our interest when we were looking for a hostel in that area and we were quite excited to see it.
After that we went for a drive. As our plans to go to fjords were changed we decided that we ought to see a little piece of the beauty at least.
Our plan was to get to the nearest fjord and Herefossfjord matched it perfectly. A small village Frolands Verk was on our way and I don’t know why but I thought that there must be some museum. There were two ways to get to our destination, one of them was longer and another was shorter. You can’t see that much difference between them until you actually drive them. And we didn’t know that difference. We should have asked somebody but we were confident. Anyone who has a woman that tends to be sick of motion as a passenger would have decided to go the shortest way.
It was a huge mistake! But quite an adventure.
But first some photos from Frolands Verk (interesting… Wiki says that Frolands Verk is a monument itself. My feeling wasn’t wrong 
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Niels Henrik Abel a Norwegian mathematician had died in Frolands Verk when he was 26. I’m not into mathematics but it seems that he was quite a significant person in mathematicians’ world. Here is a monument in his honour.
I’ve never seen so many retro cars as I’ve seen them in Norway.
I don’t remember if that was before or after that intersaction where we turned on the shortest way. But we managed to see an ending of horse-riders training.
It was the first time when I saw vagons for horse transportation. I still feel pity for horses that have to stay in those incommodious vagons going mountain roads with lots of turns, ups and downs. Later I realized that vagons like thoseare not a rare occasion on Norwegian country roads. Horses seems to be popular among hobbies in Norway.
Soon after that the road got more and more like serpentine, with sudden turns, ups and downs, and asphalt ran out. Konstantin didn’t become suddenly an experience driver, road was narrow. So narrow that it was scary to go on feet there! I still don’t understand how we didn’t fall into abyss…
On the plus side Konstantin can tell that he drove on TRUE mountain road. And I can tell that all those minutes (I don’t know how many exactly) a single word that I could pronouns was a swear word.
It was taken there.
Unfortunately I don’t have photos of that fjord that we were going to because there wasn’t mush space to leave a car and go shooting and we couldn’t go further because I was sick.
In the evening we went to explore more that camp for children. Nobody was there.
The path to the camp.
View from the camp. The camp was located on the top of a hill.
On the next day we went home…
Mountain roads would make me car sick too. But the vistas and waterfalls are so beautiful. Next time make sure you take something ahead for motion sickness.
I really like the photo of the lanterns hanging on nails. Those bright colors and the natural wood speak to me of Scandinavia.