Day 11 - Norway. "There isn't much to see in Myrdal. There isn't much to do in Myrdal," a railway official told me. Where is Myrdal? It's at the end of the Flam railway line. It's about 3608 feet above sea level. It's a hamlet of (about) seven houses. It sits on the Bergen-Oslo railway line, one of the most scenic in all of Europe. It's the home of Martin, who runs a pretty little B&B that is just due to open for the short summer season. My friend Daniel and I were changing trains and had some time to explore but were dissuaded from leaving the platform by the railway official. "This," he said pointing to the railway station, "is Myrdal."




How wrong he was. We're glad we stepped across the tracks, down the steps, and onto the footbridge where we met Martin and heard his story. One day, I will come back and visit him and take him up on his suggestion to walk four hours down the hill to the fjords.