Out on deck, way back on the stern of MS Finnmarken, Brendan Lacey from Australia, stands, serene and cool, along the railing. He sips a coffee that could've come from a hip cafe in Oslo´s Grünerløkka neighbourhood but Brendan says he's never had a coffee in such a cool place before.
”These are the most incredible surroundings I have ever seen,” says the awed Aussie. He relates the story of how he ended up here.
”I'm backpacking in Scandinavia this summer, and a few days ago, at a hostel in Oslo, I mentioned that I wanted to see Geiranger, which I'd heard was the world´s most beautiful fjord. They said I should take Hurtigruten because it's as close as you can get. I thanked them for the tip, boarded a bus for Ålesund, and here I am,” he says.
”Man, they were right about close as you can get. Are those waterfalls The Seven Sisters? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Yep, seven in a row. Indescribably beautiful!”
Brendan says the Australian coast has its own natural magic, but Norway surpasses it many times over.
"This is fresher and more spectacular. I mean, Wow! I called my girlfriend 15 minutes ago and said we have to come here together. This ship also visits the Lofoten Islands. I don't know if they were kidding, but someone said the Lofotens are even more amazing than Geiranger. If that's true, and I find it hard to believe, I'm moving there. For real."
"I was so excited when Daddy told us we were sailing from Ålesund. I got extra butterflies when he said we would visit Geirangerfjord, because we talked about it at school," she chatters.
"Right before we got here, I went up on deck with Daddy and my little sister. It's amazing! The view is like magic. The mountains, the shiny water reflecting the sun. You can see tiny farms on the mountainsides, way up from the water. I got goosebumps and my tummy even rumbled. I wonder who actually lives on farms way up there?"
She points towards the falls that Brendan had just been so amazed by.
"I knew they must be The Seven Sisters that Daddy told us about," Ylva tells me rather smugly, then looks down to her sister. The younger child is following her sister's gaze and staring up at the waterfalls. As I go to talk to other passangers, I see Ylva tightly grip her sister's hand in the wind and the sudden gust blows her whispered words over to me.
"I won't let you go."