Norway Saga. Chapter 2

August 31, 2013

Early morning. We are still half asleep [yep, we didn’t sleep enough. yolo.] pretending to hitchhike. No cars go, huh.

This little green car will be open [we came here too early this time] the next day [so whatever happens, don’t miss my next post!].
Hardangervidda mountain plateau. On our way to Vøringfoss.

Vøringfoss waterfall.

We didn’t have too much time here, so everybody were frantically taking as much good pictures as they could. I guess we succeeded – at least nobody was crying afterwards… However, I was too cold to think about crying or anything else. OK, I’m lying – I had one more thing to think about – how to not drop the camera into the waterfall.

Kristiāna, Everita & Anna

Leticija & Annija

Anna

We ❤ our hot vanilla caramel tea and cookies.

And we’re here – Odda, the Buer glacier. Starting our way. Jesus, the beginning was so easy. [Photo by Anna]

Stones piled up on each other.

Lots of them. Initially, piles of stones like these have been used to mark trails for others. As a guide.
Nowadays, when tourists are just having fun with these, there is a completely different meaning. You get rid of all your sins by building this kind of pile. The only catch – you have to find your own stones and not take them from already built piles [cause if you do, you get others’ sins for yourself. or so they say].

Climbing a bit higher. Still easy. We’re still thinking we could carry our cameras like this all the way up.
ha ha ha

T. The letter we were not allowed to loose from our sight. If you do, good luck with all the Norwegian mountain trolls [because T is for trolls. trollollolololl].

The ice. Up there. And up in the air.

-“Gundega, I am bloody tired, let’s stop and take a picture where you show no sign of how difficult this actually is!” -“OK!”
[True story, bro]

Climbing even higher.

We did it! Well, not everybody. But we did it!
8 [more like ∞] kilometres to see this [and feel this].

Worth it, of course!

Seize the moment.

Packing my bag. With my unicorn hair-do. Nothing special.

Gundega taking photos. iPhone five-ever because we’re scared to use our cameras. because. what if the camera falllllssssss…

Our guide Māris probably telling some serious stories about the glacier. Meanwhile… I am me.

What’s it like to feel small? It’s like… this! To be in front of this.

Walk up the Buer glacier, like, what up, I got a big rock.

All’s good.

Tired. Beaten. Exhausted. But so happy!

And nowww. Another 8 [more like ∞] kilometres down.

Later on that day we took the Utne-Kvanndal ferry and crossed the Hardangerfjord. Kvanndal was our home for the night. The best in the trip, by the way.

Don’t forget I am instagramming.
Also, go and check out my last post [the first about Norway] if you haven’t already. Cheers!

AA

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