Tabitha G.
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⭐️ 1/5 — Fjellheisen: a pricey panic attack wrapped in mud and ice. None stars wasn’t a choice
Let’s not dance around it — this place was a whole disaster from the moment we arrived. Mud everywhere, ice lurking under every step, and not a single safe spot to walk. It felt less like a scenic attraction and more like paying premium rates to stroll through a dangerous construction zone.
And the cable car? It didn’t glide us into some cozy mountain haven. It dumped us at the bottom of four full flights of stairs, as if that was totally normal. Imagine navigating that with an 84-year-old mother, clutching her arm while your heart is trying to leap out of your chest. That’s not adventure — that’s stress cardio.
Inside wasn’t any better. Water dripping from the ceiling, signs everywhere whispering “Caution: could be icy” like we didn’t already know we were skating on borrowed time. Honestly, the signs should’ve just said, “Abandon hope all ye who enter.”
And after all that? You end up in a cafeteria-style setup with coffee so bland it made me miss gas stations. For the price we paid, I expected an experience — not a survival challenge dressed up as a tourist attraction.
Save your money, save your sanity, save your ankles.
Fjellheisen is a hard no