About the Sognefjord - the grandeur of God's work

God is good. Our short stays in Copenhagen and Oslo have been smooth-sailing so far. In Bergen, it was no different. We were blessed with wonderfully sunny weather when we headed for the ferry terminal, to board the speedboat that would bring us right into the heart of the Sognefjord, Norway's longest and most famous fjord.




The speedboat was so fast that we soon lost sight of Bergen. We struck up a conversation with 2 Norwegian students who were having a girlish chat. Turned out that they were both sixteen years old and were on a backpacking trip with their classmates. How cool is that.







The scenery gradually became more dramatic, as the speedboat drew nearer and nearer to the Sognefjord.










As the speedboat cruised into the heart of the Sognefjord, we transferred to a larger but slower ferry, where we had ample opportunities to marvel at the sights that unfolded before our eyes. Behold the pinnacle of God's creations.








If you look carefully at the bottom of these amazing rock faces (that were chiselled by massive glaciers during the last Ice Age), you might be able to see some houses, which look absolutely miniscule, and this gives you an idea how how big, and I mean really big, these mountains are. I wondered, as I craned my neck to look at the very top of these mountains, what the feeling would be like if I stood, right up there?






After a mind-blowing 7-hour journey through towering mountains and clear blue skies, our unforgettable journey finally ended at a small water-side town, where we could take a short break before we transferred to a coach, that would bring us back to Bergen. Even then, the scenery was still stupendous and we took many photos.








Upon reaching Bergen, we had one last thing to do, and that was to have a really good dinner. So we headed back to the Chinese joint, and we were hoping to meet the same Norwegian lady again. Alas, it was not to be, as she was not working that day. Nonetheless, we bid farewell to the cook, who told us in halting Chinese that he was from Guangdong, China.

And with that, we headed back to the hostel, grateful that it was not far at all. Even as we were packing up our backpacks (as we were taking the first train back to Oslo at about 8am), we were very very glad to have made it this far and seen one of the world's heritage sites - Norway's fjords.

Next time, if I ever feel the stirrings in my heart to return to Norway, I shall endeavour to kayak through the Sognefjord. No more ferries for me!