The Bergen to Oslo bus, unlike the train, meanders closer to the famed inland scenery, following alongside fresh, rapid streams, lakes, mountains, homes clothed in the Norwegian flag - an austere but majestic maroon colour. As I sat on that bus as it headed eastwards back towards Oslo, the midnight sun, the Norwegian wood, the pure water all combined to create the impression of going back in time, even to a pure prehistoric period unravaged by modern humankind.
The bus feels at times like a Disneyland ride, driving inches from a deep gorge, into dark tunnels in mountains and emerging into perfect aesthetic scenery.
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