Undredal Stavkyrkje Review

Last night I stayed on the Bergen Road. In a small village called Undredal, I drove to ski this morning. The younger son was the first time to ski in Norway. The weather was good, the scenery was good, and the mood was good. I said a funny thing. I found the village accommodation at night according to the address. I didn’t have to get it for half an hour. Ask the village people to point the road is wrong. I immediately met an uncle at dark. I asked the address ⋯⋯ He said that it was his family hahaha put down the luggage and settled down. The uncle enthusiastically asked if he wanted to buy some food and cook. We said yes, he led the way to the only small supermarket in the village; Just wanted to ask why there is no waiter, he smiled and said: I am! Hahahaha what else can I say ⋯⋯⋯ pay him after buying fruit drinks; The uncle said enthusiastically that he could buy a postcard at the post office and send it back to his place of residence, and I said, "You are so lucky, the only post office in the village was closed, and now it is reopened for you, and the post office is his! ! Look at us Lucy, living in the village head home!