View to a Thrill
It was a blue sky day, our jaws dropped and we all said “fcuk”. Vertiginous fjordland punctuated by emerald waters lay below me. There were no danger signs nor disclaimers, no fences or manicured pathways. Just drop-dead scenery framed by a distant blue glacier. It was a setting that took my breath away and sucked at my stomach like a vacuum-flush toilet does in an aircraft. There were no apologies for dropping the F bombs. We had climbed our Everest and the gobsmacking view necessitated the voicing of multiple obscenities. With two of my closest friends we had reached Trolltunga , a mythical place where a horizontal slab of granite pokes out of a snow-capped mountain in Hordaland county, Norway. Hiking 23 kilometres in snow, climbing 1300 vertical metres and standing on a precipice capped a moment in life that was impossible to emulate. Guided by an effervescent German girl and a Norwegian mountaineer, our climbing party comprised three Aussies, a ...