The unwelcoming morning clouds hanging over the fjord decided the dilemma—Briksdal or Kjendal—in favor of Briksdal. The route to it is more civilized and refined than to Kjendal. Considering the presence of a cheerful pensioner and an elementary school student on our expedition, this was a significant advantage. Especially since the weather could have interfered with our plans at any moment, with the forecast rain and strong winds. This left us feeling a bit gloomy. And yet, we were so looking forward to the views of ice floes against a sunny sky!
Opening my eyes and looking out the window... I saw this snow-white surprise that had entered our harbor.
And not alone! If Muhammad does not go to the mountain, then the mountain goes to Muhammad!
We took the appearance of these sea beauties as a good sign.
The thick fog and clouds, the small houses with moss-covered roofs, the gloomy cliffs surrounding them, and the Mediterranean-looking cruise ship resembling a UFO were completely incompatible and seemed to belong to different dimensions. The atmosphere became mysterious and promising.
It's not a glacier, of course, but it certainly looks like an "iceberg." We encountered this very same liner many times in other tourist spots.
Another group of travelers from Russia stopped at the campsite. They seemed extremely busy with important matters, so we tactfully avoided pestering them with affection and questions. That's what solo travel is all about.
The rest of the journey to Briksdal was particularly pleasant due to the gradually improving weather.
The number of campsites in the area is astounding. This is just one of many signs we saw along the way.
It was time for a little rest and stretching. This was a perfect spot.
After such magnificent green parking lots, brilliant ideas come to mind. We finally remembered about the video camera!
To install it, we had to find a pocket on the narrow road that vaguely resembled a parking lot and stop.
The men were fiddling with the equipment, and I decided to take a walk.
Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound in the forest. I couldn't see who was moving there, which made me feel uneasy, yet curious. As it turned out, I wasn't the only one curious.
These forest animals came out to meet us.
There was no doubt about it—they had come to beg for something tasty. Even though there were carrots in the car, I didn't dare take them out. The fence's sturdiness didn't inspire confidence. And it was hard to predict how things would unfold once the carrots ran out and the insatiable ungulates demanded more.
Amidst dissatisfied mooing, neighing and snorting, we tried to get away as quickly as possible.
When we were just a short distance away from the glacier, it became clear that rain and wind were not a threat to us, and we would see the glacier in all its glory.
The Briksdal arm appeared for the first time in the distance in the clouds.
Chamomile and wild strawberries are essential elements of Norwegian natural landscape design.
Power poles and wires spoil the scenery, but they make life better and easier. I can imagine how harsh these places were before the invention of electricity.
The conditions for tourists here are quite comfortable. Signs and maps are everywhere. There's a café and an information desk. This bridge over the turbulent river leads directly to them.
The road to the glacier is narrow and winding. Parking is located at various elevations, sufficient for all arriving vehicles. Parking is paid and can be paid at a machine. Bring coins, as the machines do not accept credit cards. If necessary, you can exchange bills at a café.
Leave your car and welcome to the hiking trail!
Source: travel.ru