We arrived in a postcard and it was more stunning in person than I had ever imagined. Traverse kept telling me to watch the road and not my surroundings, but our drive near the end of the island chain was seriously incredible. We arrived around 6 pm, had dinner and watched the sunset, and then vowed to get up early the next morning to watch it rise. The tourism here feels more like southern Norway and we were glad we came on the shoulder season; it is clear why this area is so popular. This town has bent to the ebbs and flows of tourism; we felt strangely out of place seeing things outside the normal Norwegian routine such as restaurants open on Sunday, evening fires in town and people greeting you on the street. As we went to bed, I pulled the window curtains closed to hide the tourists taking pictures from the bridge of our little iconic red fisherman’s cottage nestled by surrounding peaks. We listened to the sounds of the pounding surf with the incoming storm.