History is often told through words. Words on parchments, words on walls. Words preserved. Some remain, some are forgotten.
And sometimes, history leaves behind its artifacts. Here and there, stand buildings, built by our ancestors. Still standing.
India is no stranger to History. 1000 year old stone forts and castles still stand, still defiant.
However, Norway has something special. Millennium old buildings. So how do these differ from ours. They are not made of stone. These are made of wood.
These are the Stave Churches.
A millennia ago, many such were built all over Europe, and today, just the Norwegian churches Survive. Right near the waterfall is the Urnes Stave church. The oldest of them all.
The last man standing.
It was build 3 times, with the last build in early 12th century. Its still standing. In all its glory.
And to this Church we must drive.
So we make our way along the Fjord, through apple orchards. All ripe for picking. Mouth waters you know, and I make a silent wish. Wish we had kilograms and kilograms of these.
But enough of apples, its time to view the Church. To go inside, there is a ticket. However, outside... there is none. Guess what we choose to do!
Next to the Church is its very own Graveyard. And buried here are probably even those who built it
This is as far as we go.
The Church may be dwarfed by many ancient wonders of the world, but to see something made of timber, stand the test of time and the fury of nature, is amazing. Today we feel proud if our 20 year old apartment building made with the finest technology of the modern world does not crumble at the slightest shake of the Earth. And here is something, our ancestors built, without technology, without science. Just a will to build
With these thoughts, we had back to our mini, parked at the village
We drive down, and the apples call again. I cannot resist. And we stop. But its rude to pluck.
Thankfully, we find the owners, right there, harvesting some. A few words are exchanged, and we don't really speak each others language, but its not hard to explain what you want, and soon, we have 2 apples each.
The joy of being a frugal traveler is that even the small things give you immense happiness. And these apples are by no means small. Just like the Pears of Oslo, these are sweet like honey. I never thought anything could beat the flavor and freshness of the red Kashmiri, but these ones... are on a different celestial plane.
Our hunger is not not satisfied, its grown manifold. No matter what the cost, we have to rush to the market to get some of these gems.
But Norway as other plans.
And on the long lonely road, I slam the brakes.
You may thing its because of the Microsoft wallpaper like Scenery, but its not. Its for the Apple tree.
Going all alone. On the "Public side" of the road.
Hundreds of apples weigh down the branches, and hundreds more have fallen down under their weight.
Norway has decided to gift us a treat, and soon, we have a sack full of apples in our boot.
Today's day is going well. Very well
So off we go. With P4 norge playing some rock, red huts lining the landscape
Cirrus painting the sky
And apples in our boot.
Its not even 2 in the afternoon, and we are back at our Chalet. Apple Crepes.. anyone?