Two hours after the photo shoot at the Chrush we, after a 6 km tunnel, jumped out on the light of God in Flåm. In the fjord is a pair of large tourist ferries on the streets crowds of tourists from all over the world, pace back and forth buses with tourists, and that's the platform of the famous Flomsbana - local Railways. Dripping rare rain. We parked and went into the restaurant nearby. Bbuffet, all with trays to the hands, mostly Chinese. I started to communicate in English with the waiter, trying to figure out where I have to pay for lunch. In response, he in quite broken Russian explained to us what he seated us at a table, but now no tables, all occupied, you can sit outside, but there the rain. "Where to pay?" - I insisted. Apparently, finding it difficult to explain the situation further, he pointed us to the table - sit down here, lunch is 250 NOK / person. As I understand it - the tables were reserved for the crowd of Chinese. To stop for the night was early, and we decided to travel miles at least 10 from this expensive place. In the end, at five AM in local, we have  cabin with shower and a TV for 900 NOK. Bedtime was early, and I decided to look for a short radial route somewhere upstairs, in the hope to take the Flåm at the top. Entering the finish point in the Navigator, we hit the road. Fifteen minutes later, a quiet ride through the town with spatafore, ring russkimi, bridges over raging rivers, aunt Natasha (Sygic) Said: - Turn to the right, then abruptly left. The road went steeply up, and I turned two.

Navigator: -Oh-Oh-Oh, where are we?

Natasha: - A hundred meters dangerous turn one hundred eighty right.

Dusya confidently keeps the momentum in the second, a speed of about 20 kilometers per hour, and that's turn.

Navigator: - Oh, look, there's no fence, to the right of the cliff on the left wall. Oh, look what views of the fjord!

Natasha: -A hundred and fifty metres dangerous turn one hundred eighty degrees to the left.

I pass the turn where the road becomes slightly wider, but then the road narrows to the width of ONE car.

Natasha: - Slight right turn.

Single-track road gradually turns over the rock, then I can see the extension for the siding, then the road narrows again.

Natasha: - Two hundred meters dangerous turn one hundred eighty degrees to the right.

Navigator: - What we will do, if you go counter, does not disperse???

Pilot: - Is The one who goes down, must extend to wait for someone creeping up. 

Navigator: - I'm scared, why we came here???

Pilot: - Look at the Navigator, how many other cernitin we have.

Navigator: - Now quite a long piece without streamers, then three...

At the end of the straight pipe I saw the Flåm - far below, in the lower right corner of the windscreen.