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Trollvik

Somewhere along the road to Tromsø, the asphalt suddenly opens up: a fjord, of course. Trollvik – what else could the settlement be called? Waterfalls, as if someone had poured melted cream over the land, plunge into the depths, fed by snowfields more stubborn than the Norwegians themselves. Landscape porn. Norway, that's it.



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