The Bottom of the Ladder

The ladder is Norwegian for ladder. Today's useless fact and doubly useless as the Norwegians insist on writing most of their road signs in English. They all speak fluent English and even A-Ha sing in English. I know it's easy for us lazy Brits who tend to learn a few French words and little else, but it's a shame seeing the constant eroding of these cultural differences between countries. I travel abroad because its different and foreign.
Anyway, breakfast. I emerged from Jezebel in the early sunshine to see on many of the teams already packing. Seven of them getting ready for the long haul up north to encounter the Midnight Sun in the Arctic Circle. Their plan was to get to Trondheim for the first night, then push on from there. Definitely going to be a long drive, but it is one of the main reasons that we took the route to here around this date.
After the seven teams had departed, I settled down for a leisurely breakfast, sat out on the rocks in the sunshine with the phenomenal views down the fjord. 
So, just before 11am, we were off, heading north once more. An hour later I was paddling in a lake at the base of a glacier. Cold? Oh yes. This is one of the fingers of the Jostedalsbreen Glacier, the biggest on mainland Europe. A good spot for lunch too and for Eileen to acquire some tourist tat.
Another few hours of driving through this insanely beautiful country and we started to climb. The road was snaking up and up to a point above the Geiranger Fjord. Plenty of snow around and the temperature was dropping rapidly. Just over the peak, we got out to take some snaps and found it was snowing. June 20th and we had snow. Eileen was pleased to have his Norwegian hat with him.

We dropped down in to the village of Geiranger and saw a cruise ship in the middle of the fjord. The same cruise ship we had seen yesterday in Flam. I can only assume we are being stalked. 
Geiranger is one of the most visited fjords.It is nearly 100km inland at the end of the Storfjorden. High, vertical cliffs on both sides and plenty of waterfalls makes it a stunning location. Our campsite was at water level on the bank, about a kilometer from the village with a waterfall behind us and also the Trollstigen, the Troll's Ladder. This is the mystery road that I had shown people before we came out here. Symetrical winding switchbacks up a steep cliff above the fjord. That's where we are going next ....