A recorded voice instructed me (in several languages, including Norwegian, Japanese and Italian) to get off the train and admire the massive waterfall, Kjosfossen, to my left.
The roaring cascade was so large and close that the spray gave all of us a slight soak. Despite the powerful waterworks display in front of me, I was distracted by something else. Haunting music wafted from the mountainside. Suddenly, I saw her – some kind of bohemian witchy woman, swaying to the music, disappearing and reappearing in the mist.