Like an anti-climax of a movie, the famous rock of Kjerag seemed like a mirage drawing the thirsty voyagers to an even farther oasis. We did reach the snow-clad mountain slope where the directions showed the rock was situated but we couldn’t see. Reluctantly I was about to make another climb when Tanusree luckily met two other hikers who showed us the precious position where the rock was hanging. It transpired that further up was the place for adrenaline junky base jumpers who went for free falls. So I came down and slided down to the cliff suggested by the other hikers. A quick turn of the head and voilà! There was the sizeable piece of rock gently maintaining its balance between the two walls of the mountain, something so unique, never seen before. The sight of the Lysefjord down below and the gigantic Langavatn mountain on our left with cascading waterfalls from this location was breathtaking. Especially the graceful was the tall waterfall was making its way deep down below was like a poetry in slow motion. It was a slow unfurling of flowing stream as if the gorgeous mountain beauty was undoing her long foamy hair to mesmerise the onlookers.
We are the champions my friend, no time for losers, we are the champions (Queen)
Tanusree expressed her bold desire to stand on the rock and took the dangerous steps just next to the edge of the rock from where one had to make a small jump on it. I didn’t get a good feeling about this idea at all, she returned to plain land. Then it was my turn to become adventurous and I kept insisting that I wanted to stand on the rock to take a prized photo opportunity. This time I had to undergo vehement protests and resistance from Tanusree not to be so audacious, especially the day being my birthday she didn’t want to let it pass in any other way. Interestingly a word of caution was also mentioned at the entrance that “it should just suffice to see the rock with own eyes and getting on top of it did lead to a few fatal falls”. So we stayed content just witnessing this wonder of nature 1110 meters above the sea level.
Pushing the edge to capture the perfect shot Tanusree contemplating putting a foot on the dangerously hanging rock The Kjeragbolten – up, close and personally hanging The bold guy lending a helping hand to a frightened and frozen girlfriend Social service behind the lens
When we finally managed to set our feet back on plain land we realised that it was very very late in the evening and our lonely car was the last one patiently waiting for us alone in the parking lot. Driving back in bare foot through the serpentine single lanes escorted by freshly cut snow at every turn and tide, I kept contemplating how unique this experience was. Firstly because I have never done something in my life like this on my birthday. Secondly, there was risk of death or serious injury right on this very day of my birth – making the value of life renewed. Then the fact that this experience was done in the company of my partner for life with whom many such mountains of day to day life have been crossed filled with so many ups and downs. But the way I found her during this experience at every turn, slope and climb – elucidated many corners of the way I regard her as a person, a friend, a partner, a wife and a lover.0