Norge II: The Road to Inspiration

Finally the day arrived to begin the part of the trip I was most excited about. The road trip to Sognefjorden! We took the E6, that runs from the absolute north of Norway through Trondheim to the south-west of Sweden till Malmo, and headed south. The route plan was to continue on the E6 till a place called Otta, turn right onto Route 15 till a place called Lom and then get onto the awe inspiring Route 55. Though it is not publicised as such, the journey till Lom turned out to be a great introduction to Norwegian literature for me! Soon as we left Trondheim we were to cross the Dovrefjell or the Dovre mountain range. This brought us into the Gudbrandsdalen valley. We were driving through really breathtaking landscape consisting of undulating grasslands fringed with snow covered mountains. My friend told me that this was the area where Peer Gynt the eponymous hero of the Henrik Ibsen play had his (mis)adventures with the mythical trolls. Ibsen had been inspired by his travels on the very route we were taking, and it wasn’t hard to imagine why. The importance of trolls in Norse folklore was evident in the numerous statues, dolls and paintings that one saw everywhere. The region is a protected wildlife sanctuary which boasts of herds of Reindeer and Muskus, the Musk Oxen, roaming freely there. We stopped at a small museum depicting a Sami settlement. The Samis are the indigenous people inhabiting the north of Scandinavia across Norway and Sweden. There I saw a reindeer, which was good, because I was not to see any in the wild.

At Sel, we went off the road to go to the Jørundgard Medieval Center, a reconstruction of a medieval farm which has a special literary significance. It was the setting for the Nobel prize winning author (1928) Sigrid Undset’s novel ‘Kristin Lavransdatter’. There was a festive air about the place and we realized that there was some event on. On enquiry, we found out that there was to be a stage performance of one of Undset’s works later in the evening. My friend was pretty excited as she spotted quite a few film and theatre celebrities in the crowd. Since the performance was only later in the evening we decided to give it a miss and move on.

We took frequent breaks to just step out and breathe in the crisp mountain air. I had to regularly take deep breaths to just come to term with the fact that I was in Norway, and the view around me was for real. It just felt so unreal, so beautiful. To be surrounded by vast expanses of nature at its brilliant best, wow!

We left the E6 behind at a place called Otta, claiming to be the city with the lowest population in the world! That’s one record India is not going to claim in a hurry! Now we were on the road less travelled. Not that the E6 was very crowded, but this was even less used. Bliss! Had we continued straight on the E6 we would have passed near the village of Kvikne, the birthplace of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson, another Nobel prize winning author (1903). Like Tagore did for India, he is celebrated for writing the lyrics of the Norwegian national anthem. But we turned into Route 15 and hit the birth place of another Nobel laureate! How can a region so small, produce and inspire so many great writers? That was all I could ask myself as I looked around myself in amazement. We were halting for the night at a place called Vågå, the birthplace of Knut Hamsun, the winner in 1920. If Ibsen is regarded as the ‘father of modern drama’, Hamsun is widely considered to be the ‘father of modern literature’. This trip was turning out to be truly inspirational. I decided that someday I will do this again, with my daughter.

We dumped our stuff at the camping ground that we were staying in and walked into town for supper. On the way we visited the old wooded ‘Stave Church’ dating back to 1150 AD. The influence of the seafaring Vikings was clearly evident in the architecture of the church, with the roof designed something like a ship’s prow.

The next day we set out early towards Lom. Short of the town we stopped to visit the cottage where Knut Hamsun had spent his childhood. It was under renovation and was striking only by the fact that it was really small! Not small enough to reign in his imagination evidently. Hamsun had a weird position in Norwegian history. Though celebrated before the Second World War, he lost a lot of popularity during the war as he was a German supporter and a strong critic of British Imperialism. With the painful memories of the German occupation slowly receding in public memory, there seems to be a gradual revival in his popularity. After spending some time chatting with the lady responsible for the cottage, her grandson and their dog, we headed for Lom. That’s where we were to hit Route 55, the highest road in Northern Europe “high in the mountains among glaciers and sharp peaks”.