New Adventure Traveler! Hiking for way too long...
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We woke up at about 9am (what! we were on vacation!) and I was super motivated to hike to the very top of Arland's mountain, Prest which was supposed to have a beautiful view. We showered, dressed, and went to the grocery store to buy lots of food, water, and trail mix for our long hike, which we thought would take us about 6 hours. We got to the trail at about 12 noon and started our ascent up the mountain. It was a gorgeous sunny day with only a few fluffy clouds in the sky. However, it was taking a lot longer than I expected. Well, not at first. At first, we were right on schedule. I had sore feet because my hiking boots were rubbing on my heals, but it wasn't really a big deal. We made it to a little spot called "Viewpoint" in under 3 hours.
Two hours later we were at the top of the mountain with one hour before the last bus was to leave. Figuring that since it took us about 5 hours (not including our stop) to get up that, unless we threw ourselves off the mountain, we probably wouldn't get down to the bottom in one hour. So we walked around the top, exhausted but satisfied.
Getting down was tougher than we planned because I'm the biggest chicken on earth and since it was a literal climb to get up to Prest, the only way I would go down was on my butt. I hate falling so I decided to just stay down, which ended up taking a little bit longer.
We came to a road at about 8:30 and decided to follow that road back to Arland the rest of the way instead of going through the forest as we had done before.
Needless to say, no one picked us up while we walked down (all of 3 cars passed us the whole way down and not one stopped despite our fruitless attempts to stick out our thumbs). We made it to the town of Arland at about 11pm. It was still light out and we managed to find one little pub that was open and serving beer and burgers. So we gave our very very tired feet a break and, with another 8 kilometers to go, we decided to enjoy the rest while we could.
After our burger and beer, we set out to walk back to Flam hoping against hope for some sort of luck. Again, we stuck our fingers out, and again no one stopped. But on our last attempt to get a car to stop, a girl road by on her bike with her friend. "Are you going to Flam?" she asked. We replied that we were and she said "you know that's 8 kilometers away." We know! Then my husband jokingly says "Can we use your bikes?" She laughs and continues riding and then stopped and called out "Yes." "I'm not joking. You can use our bikes. These belong to the tourist agency I work for in Flam and I have an extra bike at home. Just return these bikes to the travel office outside and you would be doing me a favor." So she ended up turning a 2 hour walk into a 20 minute bike ride. I was in bed by 1:00 after packing everything up to get to the boat by 6am. Thank you, Norwegian girl!