“I’ll show you where those stupid power bars are!” he said and shoved the chocolate bars up the ass, took a photo of it and sent it over to him who just starred into the phone and said nothing.
Funniest moments always occur just before the breakfast. And there were many breakfasts. I’ll rather save those tales for good times after couple of chugs. So, i’d rather start talking about us leaving deeper to the Fjords. Towards Hjorungfjord and even further just in between Geirangerfjord and Storfjord to a little town called Stranda. I’ll rather shut up and leave you to some of the photos to virtually enjoy it by yourself.
Åknes is a beautiful mountain near the famous Geiranger Fjord. But a kind of troll lives inside the mountain: a system of deep cracks that are expanding, slowly but surely. The largest of the cracks is called Åknesremna, and is about 600 metres long, winding its way down from a point about 900 metres above the fjord. The crack expands about three centimetres each year, and it isn’t the only part of the mountain in motion.
The worst-case scenario is that 50-60 million cubic metres of unstable landmass could crash into the fjord, creating a tsunami wave that would reach the village of Hellesylt within five minutes, at a height of 85 metres. After ten minutes, the tsunami could be at the popular tourist town of Geiranger, and six minutes in the other direction would take it to the industrial town of Stranda. It would, in short, destroy most of the small communities along the fjord, and do some damage all the way out to the coast.
Mr. Geir joined us for a day trip and led us to Tinden where we enjoyed couple of inches of fresh snow. That day was just on the verge of snowfall with some strong winds, however it was the most fun “near” Stranda experience. I wanted to enter the small couloir just skiers left from the exposed rocks, but soon as we skinned up to entrance it was pretty scary. Huge cornice with heavy cracks 5-8m away from the edge told me to not even dream about going in there. The slope itself was nothing special, but it could end up pretty badly. So we just skied down the skiers right and enjoyed some turns. After that Mr. Geir invited us to a centre of Sunnmøre alps, to a Art Nouveauan shipping town called Ålesund. This is the town, where you fly in, board a ship and take a Ski & Sail venture with Uteguiden and Fjordcruiseadventures that will blow you away.
So where exactly were all those power bars? No one really knows or no one really wants to tell. It’s hard to handle so many different characters and egos, but if there is a strong connection with nature, everything comes naturally. Oscar picked us up just after a long power nap and took us to a place where … well, i can not describe it with words.
Yes the conditions could be better, snow deeper and weather nice at all times. Yes, the filming gear could work at all times, or in some cases at least at some. On the other hand, we could all be at home, doing pussy stuff. But Jure made a deal with Erik, Geir, Stian, Oscar, Sven, Karsten and the rest who selflessly gave us everything they had and more. Who didn’t expect nothing in return but showed us the best they have. Myself and Untouched project posse can not be more thankful and proud to meet all these beautiful people and this holy land.