The train to the fjords - komfort car - Found Viking

No mutiny on board tho there was no stop to breathe deep beauty and no lack of beauty to be inhaled. Sparsely populated, the mountains are thick with evergreens, Christmas trees, Norwegian wood - steeply stacked to drop in the bluest water - blue enough to taste the cold. Tunnels create split scenes - like frames of film - teasing with a glimpse, a glimpse - the light reveals another taste then in the tunnels we fly to emerge in a deeper gorge a higher mountain with a lone farm chartreuse with new grass, warm with a red house, sheep, a few horses.
Across from us sits Julestein - my spelling may be an atrocity - he says to call him "Joe" He guides us through the country, pointing out the blue ice glacier, telling us where to look for reindeer, what to see. Tells us of hunting deer with his daughter and the stories one shares on a 7 hour train ride. He is a very nice train companion and as we are looking closely at his face, Mary ventures the question, "Are you a Viking?" And, Yes!! he is - it is in his ancestry - the quest is fruitful! We will post a video so you can meet our viking too.
Postscript: No matter where you are in the world, train food gains nothing from the exterior beauty. It sucks.