Geiranger - another view of Norway

I woke up at the ridiculous hour of 3 am and decided to peek out the balcony window. So glad I did, as  our ship was just leaving the open sea and entering the fjords that would guide us into Geiranger. And, it was sunrise...

Geiranger was beautiful. I can't imagine living there year-round, but neither can most people. Only 30 of the 1,760 residents stay through the winter (bless them). However, 300,000 cruise passengers visit there in the 4-month long tourist season. Do they love us or hate us?

We did private tours in Geiranger - one by bus and one by boat. Considering we slept through the sail in, we thought we should take a boat through Geirangerfjord. We did NOT do this tour:

No, we took a standard bus and boat tour. No costumes, thankfully. I embarrassed myself enough in Bergen, thank you very much.


This port was the beginning of our waterfall collection, so bear with me as I share lots of waterfall photos.

You can't see too many waterfalls, can you? I kept wondering what this looked like in Springtime when the snow was melting and pouring through these mountains. I doubt the tourism is at its peak then...

Here's an obligatory "bucket list" shot. With all these waterfalls and fjords, Jordan had to touch melting iceberg/waterfall water.

The bus tour gave us vistas that took our breath away. Enjoy the view:

Feeling small? We did. Looking down over our ship put it in perspective.

Or, wrap your brain around these campers (no, they're not cars) on the road at the bottom of this picture for a shocking size comparison...

This road is not for those who get carsick. A cruise friend's wife skipped the tour for that very reason. Good thinking. And, no, Michael, I can't see living here. (Do I have the only husband who is always looking at remote areas and saying, "Can't you see living here?! Wouldn't it be great?" My standard response is "Where do you shop?" wink-wink)

Oh! I almost forgot! Jared - here's your shot - the houses do indeed have flowers growing on their rooftops.