Guys? What's wrong? Is there something on my face? ...guys?
...but for some reason, they decided instead to check out the "majestic" "views" of "the" fjørds. pfft...ljame. After spending some time at the train station, catching up on some news...
...while chatting with some of the løcals...
... we bjøarded the train...
...and were on our way! But I have to admit, the Fjørds we saw were pretty disappointing...
Fjørd F150. Or, in Scandinavian Measurements--the F 7ø3.ł
...but it was too late to exit the train.
Eventually, the train dropped us off in a town called Flåm...
Flim Flåm Men...
...or flåmers! Either punchline wins!
We had a few hours to kill in the town while waiting for some bjøat to take us bjack down the fjørd fairlane, so we grabbed some food...
...did some shopping...
...and some bits...
Some bits were quality...
...some were maybe not so much...
...and some were a little perishy.
I'm happy to report, however, that after some pain meds...
...Jon is feeling much better. I'm also happy to report...
...that I pjøøped in Flåm!
Keith is less than happy about that report.
Also, Jon discovered what is possibly the greatest tree not only in Flåm...
...but on the entire plånet.
Dear Norway: I love you.
Once we finished wrecking the island (and it finished wrecking us...) we found our way to the boat back to Bergen...
...we think.
While the Fjørds were outside attacking...
...we were inside eating like locals:
Keith: "I hope this stuff is good..."
As it turns out...the people of Norway love mayo. They just maybe don't call it mayo.
Just like they don't call fjørds what they really are...
...big, cold, rocks made specifically for "bits."
Hi, Dummies.
But I do recommend seeing them...
...if you can affjørd it.
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