Travel, life, loves and laughs.
We board a bus in Flåm, headed for the Fjords. The bus terminal is just behind the comparatively large tourist centre for such a small town. We have spent the morning here, organizing our tours for the day and taking a walk up behind the town towards the hills.… Read the rest
Flåm has the greenest of greens. The bluest of blues. The whitest of whites. The horizon closes in, jagged against the most expansive of skies. The clouds drift in between, not willing to take sides.
There is a breathtaking beauty in nature that slips the mind when living in the city.… Read the rest