A brief encounter with Norway

We weren’t going to let a silly little thing like a budget get in the way of seeing some fjords. So we jumped on a plane and made our way to Stavanger in Norway.

Hiking up Preikestolen (Pulpit Rock) was the main agenda of this leg of the trip. It isn’t the most challenging of treks – it took about four hours there and back – but the view is said to be one of the best in the world. Let me say now that the photos we took do not do this place justice.

Halfway.

Halfway.

Swimming hole to cool off halfway.

Swimming hole to cool off halfway.

Still.

Still.

Yes, that is as sheer a drop as it looks.

Yes, that is as sheer a drop as it looks. 600m straight down.

That tiny white streak is a raging waterfall (just to put it in perspective).

That tiny white streak is a raging waterfall (just to put it in perspective).

Lady sitting on the edge made me nervous.

Lady sitting on the edge made me nervous.

Happy with his fjord.

Happy with his fjord.

As close to the edge as I could get.

As close to the edge as I could get.

Joe took this. I was too squared.

Joe took this. I was too scared.

Pups who conquered Pulpit Rock.

Fourth place

#4 Was on a golden run until it fell in the mud. The poor thing was disheartened afterwards.

#4 Was on a golden run until it fell in the mud. The poor thing was disheartened afterwards.

Third place

#3 Great effort for a little dog. Loved his puddles.

#3 Great effort for a little dog. Loved his puddles.

Second place

#2 Hiked with its owner's belongings on its back - can't say I agreed with this!

#2 Hiked with its owner’s belongings on its back – can’t say I agreed with this!

First place

#1 Reached the highest point at Pulpit Rock

#1 Reached the highest point at Pulpit Rock – photo courtesy of Disco Pheasant Enterprises.

Back in Stavanger we took it pretty easy. Being a Sunday most places tended to be closed – even if anything were open we couldn’t really afford to do much anyway. But who needs money when you have lakes to explore, deer to spot, an Old Town to wander through and a playground made from industrial scraps to frolic in!

One of many lakes.

One of many lakes.

Grass roof.

Grass roof.

Just your usual lake house.

Just your usual lake house.

The best lake house.

The best lake house.

Firey ducklings.

Firey ducklings.

First wild deer spotting.

First wild deer spotting.

Central Stavanger.

Central Stavanger.

The Old Town in Stavanger.

The Old Town in Stavanger.

The Old Town in Stavanger.

The Old Town in Stavanger.

Getting redder.

Getting redder.

Not so intimidating now.

Not so intimidating now.

The 'Moona' Lisa (name courtesy of Blount Pty Ltd)

The ‘Moona’ Lisa (name courtesy of Blount Pty Ltd)

Good air Byrnesy.

Good air Byrnesy.

Countoured perfectly.

Countoured perfectly.

I wasn't allowed to jump. Joe thought I might burst the balls.

I wasn’t allowed to jump. Joe thought I might burst the balls.

We are lucky the Norwegians are so easy going.

We are lucky the Norwegians are so easy going – a strange beaded man hanging around little girls in a playground might not be taken so lightly back home.

Pre ankle roll.

Pre ankle roll.

Chimp.

Chimp.

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