The small town of Olden is situated some 65 miles from the sea at the far end of the Nordfjord. We entered the mouth of the fjord in the early hours of the morning and daybreak brought some majestic scenes. Snow capped mountains filling tumbling waterfalls that fed the small villages along the fjordd.
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The ship berthed just after breakfast at the edge of the town.
We hadn’t booked an organised trip at this stop opting for a quiet walk around the glorious countryside. However as we left the ship a small road train was offering a journey down to Olden lake and back, and we decided to give this a try. It was a good choice as alongside the views we were given a running commentary of local folklore and amusing tales about the town. Along the journey the train stopped in several places to allow photos to be taken of waterfalls…..
……ancient bridges…..
……and beautiful meadows full of wild flowers.
The lake itself is surrounded by the mountains where the clouds began to develop.
The roadtrain dropped us off in the town centre which gave us a chance to visit the old church of Olden. This was built in 1759 but incorporates many features of a medieval stave church that occupied the same site.
We walked the mile or so back to the ship just as the rain started, thankfully we were both prepared with cagoules to hand. After lunch the sun came back out which gave the shorts a chance to reappear.
We went back ashore to do a little bit of souvenir hunting and spent some time playing with some locals.
Sylvia once again did some sketching from the balcony of what was a very picturesque town, well worth a visit.
Tomorrow we head south again to the small village of Flam.
