Sjøholt, Norway

August 24, 2001

I'm stuck here for four hours in this not so attractive and rather boring place. Given the time to explore, I find that this would be a whole different experience without distracting modern village.

You can see at least four ridges of fjords fading off into the distance with a haze that fades from grey-blue to peach-purple as the sun goes to sleep.

The town might have an atmosphere too if it were more compact and cosy. Instead it sprawls along a highway leaving poor Sjøholt a place to visit only for refuelling trucks and bus stops.