Sadly, I had to leave Fresvik and say goodbye to all the relatives; new found friends; green, green hills; and the fjords. Ingvar so kindly drove me to Vik to catch the bus to Voss. From there I was to take the train to Drammen and then another train to Holmestrand. It was raining in Fresvik but as we left and started to drive along the fjord, the sun came out and it was beautiful shining on the water and the fishing boats. Apparantly, September 1st brings the sardine fishing season. As it turned out, I had to switch buses in Vinje! Well....THAT name sure sounded familiar. When I climbed on the bus, the driver said to me...in Norwegian, of course...that I would have to change at Winyee...at least, that's what it sounded like to me.
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