A folding mirror poem of my travel from west to east Norway, with the middle line of the poem provided by the highest point; at Europe's highest railway line point.
Riding fjord mountain roads
ferry keeps afloat
travelling Haugesund
to Bergen
by bus and boat.
Ruby Sunday snaking
east with Osteroy
across water
to north
Dale, Voss and Naeroy
lead to Flam – Myrdal, metres 1222 ascent at Finse
Orteren, Ustevatn and Rodungen
looking south
over snow
swallowed wide open
Hardangervidda plateau mouth
Forest and lake scenery
to Oslo
through Honefoss
waterfalls accompany descent
completing la vida loco.
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Have a nice rest of the week, Marc.
Ron