Our visit to Åndalsnes was quite similar to that of Flåm: a spectacularly scenic train ride dropping us at the end of another of Norway's picturesque fjords. Excess in hiking ensured again too - this time Sjane needed to be coaxed into returning back to the township. The mountain (Romsdalseggen) always seemed to offer one more peak a little further along, and another breathtaking viewpoint from which to admire the region's beauty. It was at the windy peak of t...

The train conductor looked at us with equal parts amusement and genuine concern when we told him where we wanted to get off. "Oor-na-berr-get Station? Is there a stop there?" we asked in our atrocious attempt at pronouncing the Norse name. "Ørneberget, yes. But it's very steep to get down and there's lots of snow..." "We're booked in to the hostel near there. How else could we get there?" I glanced at Sjane; her facial expression said she knew there was ...

What can I sat about our time in Flåm (pronounced Flom)? In short, it was everything you could imagine about a cute little village set at the end of a Norwegian fjord. A perfect setting for a few days appreciating the beauty of nature. The train ride there from Oslo set the scene. 5 hours of landscapes that glue your eyes to the window. Picture perfect little coloured houses scattered along the shores of a river and set against the vibrant green of the grassy h...

One aspect of our travels that I haven't written about much is the friends with whom we share our time. The places we go and the things we see and do fill our days; but the people we share the journey with bring it to life and give it meaning. Our brief time in Oslo was highlighted by one evening spent in the very best of company: Sjane's old uni pal Eline and her husband Gaute. Our evening began with bring picked up at our Hostel and heading for the hills. Th...