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From \u201cWuthering Heights.\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n

Once upon a time, a newly married couple rode an old train from Myrdal to\u00a0Fl\u00e5m. The train passed through mountains and valleys, past waterfalls and vast lakes. Often the climb was dramatically steep, the hairpin turns almost impossibly sharp. The passengers ran from window to window in a frenzy of excitement, exclaiming at the vivid scenery, blinking in wonder when the train emerged from a tunnel.\u00a0<\/p>\n

A voice spoke to the passengers, first in Norwegian, then in German, then English. The voice spoke of gradients and history: of the men who had built tracks from wood and stone and the many people who had ridden on the red seats of the old train. And there were legends, too: this was folklore country. The land through which the train was passing was said to be haunted by trolls and fays. The valleys were home to the\u00a0Hulder, a forest siren who lured mortals with her unearthly song. The bride squeezed her husband\u2019s hand in excitement. Here was magic; here was darkness. <\/p>\n

At length, the train rattled to a stop. The passengers were to alight at\u00a0Kjosfossen for a few moments. The waterfall was awe-inspiring in its height and power; the colors of the mountains, the trees, the sky, and the crashing water on the rocks defied capture. Spray hit their faces; the air was pure and sweet. People began taking pictures: the Italian family; the elderly American man on crutches with his solicitous Thai husband; the German couple. The newly married couple did not want to take a picture, though. \u201cIt wouldn\u2019t capture the magic,\u201d she said.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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On the Flam railway, we stopped at the Kjosfossen falls for a photo op. We’d been told that according to legend, the Hundra – an ancient Norse siren – lived in the falls. But this did not prepare us for the appearance of a Hundra, apparently channeling Kate Bush. Needless to say, it was awesome.<\/a><\/p>\n

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