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Californication: Flåmsbana

We continued over the mountains to the west coast, with all its lovely fjords and valleys and mountains.

This was some random waterfall of which we have dozens and the San Diegans none. Again, ooohing and aaahing.
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Then we came to this pretty valley, not long before the small village of Flåm. It was so pretty, even a jaded cynic such as yours truly was moved.
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We then took the Flåmsbana, a railroad line which connects the tiny village of Flåm with the railway line from Oslo to Bergen. The train ride is considered one of the most beautiful in Norway. Here is one of the many, many, MANY waterfalls along the way. You reach a limit where everything just flows into one huge waterfall and the details are lost and soon you lose the will to live. Or at least take more pics.
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Some way up the mountains is a stop whith a huge waterfall next to it.
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They have a couple of young womenses to dance around these old ruins and sing songs that are supposed to lure you into the mountain. Me, I'm reminded of certain Monty Python quotes about strange aquatic women and watery tarts.
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This steep, winding road was built by the railway workers to ascend up the mountain. People still walk it today, people way, WAY more fit than I ever was or plan to be.
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There's water coming down right beside it. Of course there is.
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The railway winds its way up inside the actual rock.
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Looking down towards the village of Flåm on our way back.
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There's leafy trees and evergreens and waterfalls and and and...
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Sadly, it was overcast for most of the day.
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Naturally, I was skeptical of Flåmsbana.
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