Continuing on Norway leg of my travels, I set off from Oslo by train for the port city of Bergen. Little did I know what a delightful trip this would turn out to be

The train ploughed through vast snowfields reminding of scenes from Dr. Zhivago..

From the train: Oslo to Bergen

In the claustrophobic confines of the compartment, we were five young travellers from different countries, 3 friends. Sharing our experiences, and consulting the ubiquitous "Europe on $20 a day" we suddenly decided on a diversion.

We got off the train at Myrdal, the railway station being nothing more than a lonely log cabin with a hot-chocolate vending machine. We waited in its warmth for a little train that took us into the valley to a place called Flam.

At Myrdal

It was pitch dark in the afternoon in that part in winter, and we made for the Brekke family's house where we stayed for 2 days (if you ever visit Flam, do go to the Brekke family house and see my visitor book entry of October/ November 1979).

In the morning next day, we saw what a beautiful little village was Flam, located at the head of a fjord. The whole day was spent loitering around and enjoying the stay at the Brekke house and the company of fellow travellers (see pic).