From Wikipedia: Jötunheimr (or Jǫtunheimr; often anglicized as Jotunheim) is the homeland of the Jötnar, the giants in Norse mythology.
From Jötunheimr, the giants menace the humans in Midgard and the gods in Asgard. The river Ifing (Old Norse, Ífingr) separates Asgard, the realm of the gods, from Jötunheimr, the land of giants. Gastropnir, the protection wall to the home of Menglad, and Þrymheimr, home of Þjazi, were both located in Jötunheimr, which was ruled by King Thrym. Glæsisvellir was a location in Jötunheimr, where lived the giant Gudmund, father of Höfund. Utgard was a stronghold surrounding the land of the giants.
Jotunheimen (Norwegian pronunciation: [ˈjuːtʉnˌhæɪmən], the home of the Jotnar) is a mountainous area of roughly 3,500 km² in southern Norway and is part of the long range known as the Scandinavian Mountains. The 29 highest mountains in Norway are all in Jotunheimen, including the very highest – Galdhøpiggen (2469 m). Jotunheimen straddles the border between the counties of Oppland and Sogn og Fjordane.
As you already know I went hiking on the West coast of Norway this summer with three Frenchies and one Italian. I’m still working on processing all my photos from the trip, so I asked Maurizio – the Italian – if it was OK for him that I shared his photos in my blog, which it was.
I think it’s an interesting experiment to share two photographers impressions from the same trip: even though we saw pretty much the same things, we have captured and processed the photos differently. I’ll share my photos later, but all the photos in this post is taken by Maurizio – except for the few that he’s in. Then it’s me behind the camera (but with Maurizio’s post-processing).
If you read Italian, you can check out Mau’s blog about his journey to Norway. If you don’t read Italian, you can have a look at the photos here and in his blog. You can also follow him on Flickr.
The photo comments in this gallery is written by me (which is quite obvious for those of you who know me). Enjoy Mau’s photos!
The first night we spent in tents.
The first day of hiking, we visited Preikestolen.
Marine and Aurelien
Aurelien from France
Viking and DILF.
The second night we rented a cabin.
Maurizio, Aurelien, the beautiful Marine, Marie and myself.
Aurelien, Marine and Marie are from France. Wonderful people.
The whole crew. Maurizio made spaghetti carbonara, because that’s what Italians do. Since I was driving, I didn’t have to cook and we voted NO to frogs legs, so the Frenchies were stuck doing dishes.
Aurelien brought his guitarlele. We were all playing and singing in the car and in the cabins.
The second day we went to Kjeragbolten.
If you want to meet beautiful girls, Norwegian mountains is THE place to go! Here represented by Argentina.
You can see our cabin down there…
DILF, Argentina and Maurizio.
Argentina (the name, not the country) in Norway, on her way to Kjeragbolten.
A bit foggy here. It got worse on our way down. At the worst we could probably just see 10 meters (yes, use the metric system folks) ahead of us.
I felt conflicted: “What’s more beautiful: the view or the girl…?”
Maurizio – on our way to Kjeragbolten.
Marie on Kjeragbolten.
Kjeragbolten is suspended above a 984-metre deep abyss.
On the third day we went to Trolltunga.
On the way to Trolltunga.
Mau and I had some hours to kill while waiting for the others after Trolltunga (we were walking fast).
Since we’re both photographers, we decided capture this waterfall.
The sign says that you should estimate 10-12 hours on the Trolltunga hike. We did it in 6 1/2 hours, including waiting at the top.
After 3 days of trekking, we checked out the local beach.
Perfect temperature: ice fucking cold! (but it’s all good, because a cold swim is good for the muscles).
Hurry up Marine. Take the photo!
Nice sunset on our last day.
A terrorist, silently measuring the opponents and planning the next move…
These sneaky bastards tried to hijack our car, but Marine used her ninja-tricks, I hit the gas pedal and we escaped. If she didn’t, they probably would have beaten us senseless and have left us to die up there in the mountains. That’s how the vikings went extinct… Of course I didn’t mention this to the rest of the crew when we were there, because I didn’t want to create a state of panic. The sheep can sense that shit. Close call though!
Thanks to Maurizio Ghielmetti for letting me post his photos and thanks to Maurizio, Marine, Aurelien and Marie for joining me on this rare adventure. It killed my Iphone, but it was totally worth it (it’s a shame that we lost the timelapse video though…). Iphones aren’t built for Norwegian climate – never trust a fruit!