Fondest memory: As you go along the deserted mountain road to Adneram, the only living creatures you encounter are sheep grazing by the roadside. You must be careful driving - meeting a sheep lying in the middle of the road basking in the sun on the warm asphalt is not uncommon. The sheep in the photo were just standing in the car park obviously waiting to be stroked and cuddled by the tourists. Reluctant to part with us, they even tried to look into the car as we were about to drive off.
Fondest memory: When we had already installed ourselves at the hostel at Lysebotn, we went to the port pier to admire the magnificent scenery. There were a few yachts moored there for the night but, apart from a few children from the yachts playing around, there was hardly anyone in sight. No local people, just one Austrian tourist trying hard to catch some fish. The view was wonderful: the nearly vertical rocks on both sides reflected in the water of the fjord. I had dreamt of visiting that fjord for a long time, having heard a lot of the beauty of the shiny rocks. I had not heard anything about the pylons and power lines high up on the rocks ( a real feat of engineering), spoiling the view a little. It did not get dark till very late so we spent the whole evening there, looking at my dream come true at last.