The border crossing was unmanned on this small road. I privately celebrated as I crossed and immediately had a good feeling about being in Norway. I found myself repeating the word "Norwegian" and making positive generalisations about the few Norwegian people I know. The villages were much more quaint than they had been in Sweden. Nestled in valleys, usually at the ends of long thin lakes, they centred on amazing, complicated Gothic wooden churches. They were the first old buildings I had seen since leaving Stockholm. It was quite hot and I had the windows down. I stopped at every bridge and often just pulled over to the side of the road to take in the view
The border crossing was unmanned on this small road. I privately celebrated as I crossed and immediately had a good feeling about being in Norway. I found myself repeating the word "Norwegian" and making positive generalisations about the few Norwegian people I know. The villages were much more quaint than they had been in Sweden. Nestled in valleys, usually at the ends of long thin lakes, they centred on amazing, complicated Gothic wooden churches. They were the first old buildings I had seen since leaving Stockholm. It was quite hot and I had the windows down. I stopped at every bridge and often just pulled over to the side of the road to take in the view
