I took the tram ride today because I had not yet had a chance to see the church, or the ocal waterfalls, and it seemed a shame to leave ton without doing so.
The trip out to the church does no take long, twice the famous Flam railway roared past us, all whistles and clacking tracks, and my heart shivered. Railways, still, after all this time, and all my travels stir the wanderlust in me.
The tiny village that lies on the outskirts of town is the original village of Flam. The church there was built in 1667, and it looks like something out of an old fashioned Christmas card, it is so easy to picture it laced with snow and carol singers on its front stoop.
The tram looped quickly through the tiny village and headed back to the equally tiny town that actually makes up the port, through waterfalls and green hills.
Flam is cradled in what was once – I assume – a glacial valley, the mountains soar on either side of us. Surrounding the town in green and making the ship look small. We wove our way through the tiny town again and up one of the roads that surrounds it. The view from the top was one of the most breathtaking sights I have ever laid eyes upon. It looks like something out of a storybook, like a gateway to some other world. As I have said before, if Narnia was based on a real place, a place in this reality, it was here.
It is impossible to properly describe Norway, or to fully capture it’s essence in a photograph. No matter how good you are with a camera. Isolated, majestic, breathtaking, in a heartbreak I would live here. Healed by the very air. Happy, perhaps, to be isolated from the madness of the world.
For the world is currently so very mad.