Saturday, 26 July 2014
watching for the Hurtigruten at Molde
We've left the little hut on the side of a valley, after a delightful couple of days, which included trip along a winding route where the trolls live.
This evening I'm watching a huge sea bird flying across the expanse of another fjord and I gave up counting mountain peaks when I reached 112. Without moving my head I can count 25 peaks right now, and I'm not even close to the window.
We've crossed back to the western fjords, to a small harbour town called Molde, which we reached by a ferry crossing and then a drive through a deep tunnel under another stretch of water.
We decided the view at our location is so good, that we'd sit with a drink, rather than wandering off into the town. Later, a couple of ships from the Hurtigruten pass by here on their way from the south to the very northern tip of Norway.
Until then, here's a hastily grabbed video from the window. No editing, so it will be a bit rough.