{"id":1391,"date":"2009-07-14T07:00:14","date_gmt":"2009-07-14T15:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=1391"},"modified":"2009-07-15T10:17:49","modified_gmt":"2009-07-15T18:17:49","slug":"norway-2-flam-biking-the-narrow-fjord","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2009\/07\/14\/norway-2-flam-biking-the-narrow-fjord\/","title":{"rendered":"Norway 2. Fl\u00c3\u00a5m. Biking. The Narrow Fjord."},"content":{"rendered":"

June 24-25, 2009. <\/em><\/p>\n

Today we rode the train to Fl\u00c3\u00a5m\u2014you say that funny letter like \u201coh\u201d\u009d. On the ride down into the valley we passed an immense waterfall. The train stopped and a woman appeared, dancing in the distance with wavy arms, the troll-woman of the falls, I guess.<\/p>\n

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The hotels were full, but we found a stark room at the Heimly Pension, every surface covered by linoleum, a kind B&B with boarding-house food, but with an exhilarating view of the tip-ass end of the fjord. Great steep wooded cliffs plunge down into the blue-green water.<\/p>\n

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There was a cruise ship the size of a really large hotel docked here, blocking the view, roaring like an idling bus, spewing a steady plume of diesel smoke\u2014but just now he honked for his scattered passengers and lumbered off. Sweet silence.<\/p>\n

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The next day I rented a bike and rode up into the valley, getting deep into the countryside\u2014it was just what I wanted to see, tiny roads with farms and weird Nordic cattle, some sheep.<\/p>\n

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A wild river with rocks that had walking platforms.<\/p>\n

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A tiny church with a fresh grave for a woman with a surname the same as the village: Fl\u00c3\u00a5m.<\/p>\n

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In the afternoon we took a cruise up into an even narrower branch of the fjord called Naer\u00c3\u00b8yfjord\u2014leading to a spot called Gudvangen. The narrower fjords have steeper walls\u2014in one spot we passed a sheer mass of stone that was 1800 meters tall. It\u2019s hard really to grasp how big something like that is, in the clear air, your eyes can\u2019t quite assess it. Sometimes we\u2019d see a single mad farmhouse teetering on a brink\u2014or a lone hiker, and the scene would snap into its gargantuan scale.<\/p>\n

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In most spots the fjord walls are at least partially wooded. Up above them is an undulating highland of gray-brown mountains, patchy with snow even now in midsummer. It\u2019s like Norway has only two elevations: sea level and 1 km high, with a labyrinth of steep cliffs connecting the two.<\/p>\n

The water from the melting snow gushes down the cliffs in streams that fall in cataracts, bedizening the precipice with white skeins, some of them free-falling for a hundred meters. One waterfall was striking a slanted rock with such force that a steady geyser shot up at the base\u2014an upwards waterfall.<\/p>\n

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We rode on a huge boat, a big steel car-ferry, with gratifyingly few passengers. We saw some smaller boats that were packed like sardines\u2014chartered by the big cruise ships, I guess.<\/p>\n

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In Gudvangen there was a tourist restaurant with a funny sculpture of a troll\u2014seems like the trolls always have long dick-like noses. Guys were riding a helicopter up to the tops of the fjord cliffs and hang-gliding down. People are always looking for a chance to run an internal combustion engine.<\/p>\n

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Sylvia and I went for a hike. It was an unseasonably hot day\u2014we\u2019re very lucky with the weather\u2014and near the end I jumped naked into the fjord, not far from where a glacial waterfall was falling in. It was so cold that the instant I hit the water I was scrambling to get out\u2014moving fast before my limbs seized up and I sank to the bottom of the kilometer-deep gulf.<\/p>\n

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