Bergen

Bergen

We arrived at Bergen in the night. We had to pass it two times: by the way to Trolltunga, and by the way to Faroe Islands. But these a night, a day and and an evening later was actually just mind-blowing. Because houses there are placed on mountains as if someone just scattered them from the sky; there is a lot of tangled tiny streets with cute houses, one above another; streets are connected to each other by stairs; almost everywhere you can see mountains, the bay, and all that stuff which is... unreal? We knew that it's allowed to camp anywhere outside the towns and with a distance of 200 meters from any house, so we climbed onto the nearest mountain, because there was the nearest wild forest as we thought. Actually, there was something like a park, with wooden trolls, but it still seemed like it was allowed to camp there, so we set our tent right above the city. The way to the top of the mountain was full of amazing views on the night city. And it was thrilling: no street lamps, absolutely dark, and you can very easily slide down in places where no trees are staying on the city side. When we woke up in the morning and saw Bergen in the daylight, it was... not as fascinating, as in the night. So we just came down, met a lot of tourists, found our bus to Odda and became astonished by the price of tickets. But well, when we came to Odda, we thought that maybe it was not just about taxes, because actually, it was not just one bus and not just a ride from point A to point B. It was two buses, two ferries, and a lot of "Wow, just look at the waterfall/11km-tunnel/river-of-some-really-strange-color/islands/etc..!" by the way.

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