I’ve travelled to the southernmost tip of Chile and I’ve seen Swedes going all the way to New Zealand to explore places like this. Then it turns out that for the 20 years that I lived in Sweden, I had these stunning view just next doors. The next stop on our roadtrip was Trolltunga, the tongue of the troll, in western Norway.
We parked in Skjeggedal, and I got a bit scared when I saw how terribly well-equipped people were. Hiking clothes, hiking socks, hiking water bottles, hiking bandanas… Was it going to be so hard that all this would be necessary? I had my hiking boots and a quality rain jacket. But that’s really all that’s needed. An empty water bottles is ok, there are hundreds of streams of drinking water to refill it.
Trolltunga is a varied 23 km hike. The first kilometer is hard, being steep as a wall, but after that it’s simply a pleasure. We decided to not stress and made several picnic stops. And still, it took much less than indicated in the brochures.
700 meters above lake Ringedalsvatnet. I didn’t, but most people walk out on the tip of the troll’s tongue.
Let me share with you the truth behind those amazing Trolltunga pictures, though. An afternoon in July will mean more than an hour of standing in line to take that amazing photo. Yet, it is not a bad idea to go here in July. Chances are good for sunshine and dry paths. And having lots of other people around the corner, means safety in an area where weather can change fast and paths aren’t always clearly marked.
Luckily there are plenty of cliffs just as pretty as the Trolltunga, where you can sit for hours contemplating how wonderful life can be.
The most beautiful place I’ve ever cooked in.
If you don’t bring a tent and stay the night up at Trolltunga, I’d strongly recommend to bring at least food and relax for various hours before the descent.
With shaky legs, but a descent as pleasant as the ascent.
This is the feeling that I’m taking with me back home.