To 3 AM I was so sick of the endless drive that saw the sign "Stavkirke 2km ... " I resolutely turned away from the road. The road, not bad, but pretty old asphalt, immediately abruptly taken down, falling at an angle more than 10 degrees without any streamers. After 2 km we actually drove into the village, in the midst of which stood kirk, however, is not very ancient. Further on the road stays the sign "end-to-end travel" there and under it the text that road leads to a fishing club, and who not to them - keep your head out. Parked in the branch, before the bridge over the rapid stream, flowing through 300 meters in the fjord, we went out to shoot the Church, and, as usual, immediately it started raining.