Instead of heading back out to sea after Ålesund, we sailed inland, up a series of fjords to the very end, where a village called Geiranger sits at the tip of the fjord with the same name. It's supposed to be the most beautiful fjord in Norway, but as we went through most of it overnight we couldn't see anything.
And this morning it's pouring, pouring, pouring rain, so I'm not sure how much of it we'll be able to appreciate after all.
There are mists trailing down off the mountains towering over us all around, giving a nice romantic gloominess to the day, which would be wonderful if I were just going to sit on the ship and drink tea and daydream. But I'm supposed to be visiting a goat farm at the top of one of the mountains and I'm guessing the tour is going to be seriously scaled back.
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