I was up at 5am to take in the Fjord as we completed the last part of the trip into port. I sat coffee in hand gobsmacked for most of it but remembered to take a photo in the end. Geiranger is a tiny little village of 180-300 people during winter, over summer it swells to 600, and if there's a boat in port - to 5000. It see's up to 600,000 visitors a year!

The area is based primarily on tourism, with not much else happening in the local area. We embrace the idea, so the first thing we're doing is heading off on an RIB boat tour of the fjord. RIB boats are those rubber sided speed boats that you have to get strapped up for. We don our warm wet weather suits and head out. "Hold on to me Daddy" is all Boo can say for the first few minutes, but as soon as we really pick up the speed, take a few sharp turns and later go bouncing over someone's wake, all you can hear from here is "FASTER, FASTER!"

We're heading out to the Seven Sisters, actually 8 today. We stop across the fjord to admire a zip line plunging from the top of the fjord all the way down to the water. We hear that there use to be a farm up the top and this is their supply line. I couldn't get a photo to do it justice, but just imagine what could easily be more that 500 meters of supply line running from cliff edge to waterline, then imagine being a poor goat being hoisted up it, no need for slaughter at the top, I'm sure most livestock had died in a panic just from the trip up.

Across from the Seven (eight) sisters is the Suitor. This is a waterfall that is meant to represent a man asking for each of their hands in marriage, they all reject him so he turns to booze, that's why it's shaped like a whisky bottle. Just bellow it to the right are two farms, one 450m above the other. The family from the top one had to hike down to the waterline, then take a boat to school - they'd stay in the village for a few days before heading back to the farm. When the Sherriff arrived down at the shore to collect taxes, the family would break down the access logs so he couldn't come up to take the money, that's the most extreme scheme I've heard of yet.

We speed back to port and change back. Next door is an award winning chocolate shop, it won Europe's best chocolate last year for their blue cheese chocolate. Boo's fascination with Hot Chocolate meant she was busting for one, and now we're out of our fjord suits, we're all busting to get toasty warm too. We take a break in the shop, buy up all the crazy flavours Blue Cheese, Brown Cheese (a caramelised goats cheese), Olive Oil and Sea Salt, and Chilli flavours. Have some of the best Chocolate Strawberries ever, then head off on our car adventure.

We've been pumped about these cars for months, little two-seat electric cars, Renault Twizys. With a GPS attached, it's a self-drive tour, there are waypoints in the GPS that trigger an announcer to tell you what's going on, just like on a hop-on-hop-off bus, except you're driving, very cool! We head up to the Fjord centre where we see the best fire pit ever. Then dangle ourselves over the falls. Next is the proper climb up the side of the fjord. It's seven hairpin turns to navigate, Boo kept telling me to go fast through the next bobby-pin turn. We come to a 19th century stone bridge, that twists around on itself, these guys are masters at the twisty road up and down. We keep heading up to the Throne - a lookout that faces back into the water, a spectacular view. We can see the very bottom of the snow line in our sights so gun it up a little higher to touch some Norsk snow - not quite going to build a little snowman á la Frozen, but still.

We return back down and in the decent stop in a little farm, the main attraction here has to be looking over the edge of things, magnificent! With all this stopping and ooohhhing we're running out of time, so gun it back to the village then up off the other side and up to the Eagles lookout. From here you look up the fjord to the Seven Sisters, and back down the fjord towards the village and boat.

It's shopping time so the kids and I set up in a cafe, a town of 300 people has time to brew their own beer, I try the Geiranger Pilsner and a coffee while the kids compare stories of which one of Gab or I had the scariest driving. The Pilsner worked perfectly to almost get me in the mood to buy one of these Norwegian knitted jumpers, almost :) 

It's still so light all night this far north, it's well after 11 before the sun sort of fades a little. Gab and I came back from drinks to find a note from Boo, she's headed off for a swim up on deck with her friends, you can't fault her logic, it's still sunny outside!