Hammerfest, Solar Eclipse Presentation, Humback & orca



We lingered aboard ship sipping a Chococcino from the Viking Café before braving the wind on deck 9.  The wind was fierce, but dry.  The rain had stopped.  Encouraged, we headed off ship to a gift shop a scant hundred meters away.  The gift shop was also a small museum with a set of taxidermied stuff animals.  I do not support the idea of killing and immortalizing a dead animal.  There were seals, a red and gray fox, a lynx, a polar bear,, a sea eagle, and a wolverine.   We snapped a few photos and scurried back aboard a few minutes ahead of departure.


Deck 9 Aft On Hurtigruten’s, Trollfjord


The path to the Hilltop Overlook was Closed due to Ice.


“Alas, poor Yorick …”


Hammerfest Gift Shop

Solar Eclipse

This evening’s lecture was about solar eclipses.  John has seen 18 full eclipses.  He travels around the world to experience the umbra.  He was in a field on Snake Ranch with the Teton Range in the background for the August 2017 solar eclipse.  Ellen and I were in Independence Oregon.  Both locations experienced the umbra, or total eclipse of the sun by the moon. 

John quoted a French astrophysicist who answered the question, “What is the difference between experiencing 99% and a total eclipse”.  His answer, “It is like the difference between a peck on the cheek and an entire night of passionate lovemaking!”  We were floored by the changes we experienced during the total eclipse in 2017. The way a wind came out of nowhere as totality started and the eerie light.  We overheard many people who were at 99% totality who wondered what the big deal was.  At 99% there is enough light for our eyes to compensate and we see little difference. The day does not become night.  In the umbra, the day does go to twilight and is unmistakably dark.

John also described how important it is to know ahead of time what to expect.  He was seated with a group in the desert of Saudi Arabia (I think it was Saudi Arabia) waiting for Venus transit the sun.  His group turned on BBC news to watch the news transfer to a group in the desert awaiting Venus’ transit of the sun.  The looked around and saw the news team atop a building not far away.  Great.  As Venus appeared against the sun, his group let out cheers and shouts.  Nothing from the BBC.  Apparently the BBC team could hear the shouting.  John said his team watched as the BBC team’s camera panned up and down the sun and settled in on Venus in its transit across the lower part of the orb.  They had trained their telescope & camera at the top.

Listening to John talk brought our experience of 2017’s solar eclipse to mind.  We considered not driving to totality and “settling” for 99%.  We are so glad we persevered.

John is a remarkable speaker with a depth of astronomical knowledge that he enjoys sharing.  It is truly fun being on this cruise with him and Inge.

Humpback & Orca

As John closed out his presentation he mentioned that humpbacks and orca have been sighted in the fjord between Oksfjord, our next stop, and Skjervoy.  It has been very windy. We are warned that we may not be able to open the doors to the deck on the windward side of the ship.  Go out the leeward side and be careful rounding the ship to the windward side.  This part of the cruise is open to the North Sea and can be very rough.   It is 16:10, we have just departed Oksfjord, and it is quite dark outside. Transit time to Skjervoy is 3:15.  We might be able to sight  whales in the dim light cast by the ship. Skies are expected to open somewhat this evening making another Northern Lights sighting possible.

Seeing whales or the northern lights would be great.  We’ll brave the elements.  The outdoor Jacuzzi awaits as well.

Northern Lights revisited

The Northern Lights

I mentioned that Ellen had a good view of the lights from the starboard side while I braved the crowd at the bow.  I have some green hued cloud photos to show for my effort.

There was one Australian woman; who had asked John (organizer of the astronomical side of the voyage); asked John to setup her Lumix point and shoot camera.  He didn’t hold much hope for her with her diminutive camera, but he obliged.  I was present as this unfolded.  Surprise of surprises, this gal had a remarkable photo of a ribbon of green she photo’d on the starboard side. Good for her!  Yay John.    For me?  “Next Time”.

Hammerfest Revisited


A view from the Observation Lounge

We are now on the return voyage to Bergen, stopping next at Hammerfest for nearly two hours.  It is Sunday today; all the shops will be closed.  Also we’ve been warned that it is very icy on the streets and that the walk up to the overlook is closed due to ice.

Even so, we may disembark and walk the town and wharf.  Ellen just looked out and said, “Wow, it’s windy out there! Yikes!”.  We may just grab a cup of tea and watch the world go by from the observation lounge.

It was here in Hammerfest that we took a bus tour to the globe marking the northern most point in Europe.


Hammerfest Norway

Per has been my go-to bar tender here on deck 8.  He also makes a damn good cappuccino.  I’ve been working from strong IPA like beers back toward Pilsner.  Yesterday I had my first yummy Pilsner.  Compared to most of Norway’s IPAs, the pilsner had better flavor except perhaps for the first Fjell 7J I had in Bryggen “years ago”. 

This morning we were early for breakfast once again.  Today breakfast was practically empty at 7AM.  I think people stayed up waiting for a second coming of “the lights”.  That did not materialize.   This morning I walked the stern section of deck 8.  It was blustery, with a strong wind and spitting of rain/sleet.  “One hand for you, one hand for the boat”, that thought crossed my mind as I turned back walking into the wind.

Jet Lag

If you travel, you know that merciless feeling of being tired the first day or two after a long flight, right?  My sense of time is usually thrown way off.  The excitement of being in a new land with adventures unfolding blunts the temporal body slam and after a few days things settle down.  Sunrise and sunset take over and redefine your day.

In upper Norway in winter, there is no sunrise and sunset.  There is a sense of gradual lightening from jet black to dark gray and maybe to steel gray, then back a few hours later.  It is typical to arise from a few hours deep sleep, check outside and see blackness.  Or to arrive back from a city tour at 1 PM in complete blackness.  Without a reference for the day’s end or beginning, it became extremely difficult for me to adjust temporally.

Yes, I can check my watch and know what time it is and how I “should be feeling”. Tell that to my body. It has a “mind of its own and it’s not my mind!”.  I can feel exhilarated  awaking at 2 AM after a few hours sleep and I can feel totally exhausted at 8 AM after breakfast and need to crawl in bed for a few hours.  We’ve been here in Norway for eight days.  EIGHT days in Norway and I am still not acclimated.   This may feel like a complaint or perhaps even that I’m whining (well a bit maybe).  It’s more just such an unusual experience I have to mention it.  I (we) are enjoying Norway tremendously, though we wish the Norwegian god of wind, rain, and snow was a bit more forgiving.   Ellen and I are resilient creatures  We will deal with whatever comes our way.  Just please Mr or Mrs Rain God, we need less character building and more “fun”.  OK?  more FUN as in clear skies, calm seas, little wind, and no rain. OK? 

Baby’s Got a Brand New Bag

Wolf Hat

Today Ellen and Kristen were both taken by a hat one of the Sami was wearing at the Snow Hotel. On the way back to the ship, we stopped in the small wooden gift shop and there was the hat.  It came in two colors and three sizes.   Both women were thrilled to find the “hat with the ears” in the shop.  Ellen was none too happy with the hat’s tail, but she’ll get used to it.

Just now we are docked at Batsfjord for 30 minutes.  Ellen has thrown on her cold weather gear AND her new hat and headed out for a brisk walk ashore.


Quite the Hat and Warm Too!

Chicken Ass


Our tour guide to the Snow Hotel had a dry, droll sense of humor.  She said the proper English pronunciation of Kirkenes is Chicken Ass.  I must admit she is correct.   So here we are at Chicken Ass, Norway.

We drove past an indoor football field, soccer to us in the U.S., past a high school and kindergarten school, past the town’s ski jump, past Kirkenes’ local corss country Olympic champion’s house, past three frozen lakes, past a fjord and on to Norway’s Snow Hotel.

The reindeer greet guests first in their fenced in area to the left of the Snow Hotel Entrance. Gavin, my nephew’s son’s on-line name is GabbaGabba.  He’ll be surprised that his name means “white reindeer white reindeer” in Sami.



Here are a few videos of the Sami Reindeer at the Snow Hotel, Kirkenes Norway

Kirkenes Snow Hotel

The Hurtigruten excursion brochure does not do justice to their tours.  Each tour we took was more inspired than the short description would have you believe.  The Snow Hotel was for me the most startling example of this.  Based on pictures of Sweden’s Ice Hotel and the cruise line’s photos of this Snow Hotel, I thought this visit would be disappointing. What a pleasant surprise.  From  the reindeer to the entrance to the hotel and throughout each of the twenty rooms, I was stunned.

The Entrance to the Snow Hotel

Was it cold in the Snow Hotel?   Yes, of course.  In fact huge doors close off the warm restaurant and gift shop from the Snow Rooms.  The doors are intended to keep the warmth OUT!  If you dress for the conditions, you will be warm.  We were toasty.  I took a photo of the entrance, the bar, each of the guest rooms, and the hallway.  The lighting in the hotel is low.  I’ve intentionally shot these to present the light as it appears without compensating for exposure.  I may adjust exposure for photos I move to the gallery later.


Just inside the Snow Hotel’s Entrance


A Wall Carving in the Bar


Polar Bears


Sitting on an Ice Bar Chair


Our Bartender at her Bar


Wolfin’ Around


Hot Drinks on the Ice Bar


Carvings in the Bar




The Hallway to the Twenty Rooms


#1, The Wolf Room


#2, The Log Cabin Room


#3, The Bear Room


#4, The Rabbit Room


#5, The Wise Room


#6, Howlin’ Wolf


Hallway Seating for One


#7, Reindeer Room


Hall Lighting


#8, Billy Goat’s Gruff Room


#9, The Troll Room


#10, Frozen, the Room


#11, Child’s Hippo Room


#12, Winnie the Poo Room


Hallway King Crab


#13, The Queen’s Room


#17, Njord Room


#18, Old St Nicholas Room


#19, Sleigh Bed Room


#20, Fisherman’s Room


#21, Wild Boar Room


#22, Marilyn’s Room


#23, Ellen’s Room!

Sled Dogs @ Kirkenes

Ellen began petting a husky.  The dog love it and rolled on her back to have her tummy rubbed.  I don’t know who was happier, Ellen or the sled dog.


Ellen’s New Friend


The sled dogs often stood atop their dog house, like this fellow did.


Waiting his Turn


A well functional sled team has a combination of four types of trained sled dogs: Wheel Dogs, Team Dogs, Swing Dogs, and the Lead Dog.


Heading back to the Ship, Kirkenes Norway


Hurtigruten’s Trollfjord Awaits our Return

Northern Lights Pt 2

About an hour ago, “the Northern Lights are visible and best viewed forward on deck 6”.  A mad scramble ensued,  quickly get cold weather clothes on, camera, tripod, hat, gloves, run out the door and onto a crowd on deck 6.  There was some pushing and a few outright shoves from behind,  Then as people realized they were getting cold, the crowd thinned, then thinned again.  I have some good photos of green hued clouds, but nothing I would call a northern lights display.  Perhaps we will see more later this evening.

Ellen, who arrived later, was on the side of the ship and said the display seemed to touch the sea. She had a good view.

January 5, 2019 Kirkenes, Norway

We are up early this morning.  It’s 6 AM which for us is very early.  Breakfast will not start until 7.   Today we visit Norway’s answer to Sweden’s Ice Hotel, the Snow Hotel at Kirkenes. There is also a tour to the Russian border that we would like to take, but we can chose only one.  We’ll tour the Snow Hotel.

Yesterday we bumped into Dave and Kirsten and Elenor at the North Cape. Today Dave and Kirsten will also tour the snow hotel.  It’s funny that total strangers have chosen to do identical things.   Both they and us chose the tours long before boarding the cruise ship.

Still stranger, Kirsten’s father’s brothers live in Yellow Springs Ohio.  Antioch, that bastion of liberal education, is located in Yellow Springs.  I probably rubbed shoulders with her brothers while at college.  She would have been just a few years old then.

So it is with some excitement that we’re off to the snow hotel to grab a “cold one” and perhaps to see those famed Northern Lights that have eluded us in the main. 

“I’m tired of rain.  Some snow would be ok.  No more rain though”, Kirsten opined last night.  We fully agree. Someone with ties to Njord, make it so!

Targeted Advertising hits a New High


Tonight I opened my mbcnews feed to find embedded in the news articles an advertisement in Norwegian!  Somehow a vendor’s ad bot embedded in the news feed (shamelessly I might add), recognized my GPS location and chose to speak to me in my “native tongue”!”  There sits an ad for refinancing my home in Norwegian.  It’s taboola based advertising. Something I have been knocking back whenever one pops up.  These guys are tenacious.

Arrrrrrrggggggg   how do you say that in Norwegian?


Then this evening walking back from a rousing “jaunt” in the sauna, outdoor Jacuzzi, Sauna, and weight room, I approached a fellow sipping his down jacked over his down vest, his cap pulled low over his face.  I was dripping from the last shower clad in my swim suit and a T-shirt.  “How Crazy ARE You?” He asked.  If only I had known to answer in German, “Zehr Verruckt”   Very Crazy.    Instead I said, “well there’s no snow on deck.  I couldn’t get out and roll in it this time”, something I may do given the opportunity.  He just glared.

The Northernmost Town in The World, Hammerfest, Norway



Our Bus to North Cape, Norway

Hammerfest is the northern most town in Europe.  It is doubtfully the northern most town in the world. I wouldn’t argue with a local over this.  Does it really matter? Perhaps to a Hammerfestian!

We took a tour past the 71st parallel mid-day to the northern most point in Europe.  Briefly Ellen was the most northern inhabitant of Europe!   We had a hotdog wrapped in a Norwegian Waffle with crispy fried onion and mustard.  Hungrily we gobbled them up, then wished we hadn’t.


Trolls are Big in Norway

At this latitude in winter, daylight is scarce.  It felt like twilight or the eerie light of a full solar eclipse as we boarded the bus north. It was 11:15 AM! We started back from the globe at 1:45 PM.  The sun was gone; darkness had set in.  It was not total darkness.  Through breaks in the clouds we could see blue skies above.


The North Cape Visitors Center, Norway


Ellen Gingerly takes Icy Steps

While we were out at the Globe marking the northern most spot, the weather changed a number of times: cold and windy became cold and windy with sleet, then snow, then rain, then less wind and more fog.  We were dressed for the weather and felt fine but for our faces which took the brunt of the wind and sleet.


What an amazing view of the countryside we had from the bus as it wound through Hammerfest, up to and across the plateau, along fjords, then down to the point.  The dusting of snow over the sheer glacial faces gives the land a magically iridescence in the low light.  It feels less desolate than it must be in reality.


The Northernmost Point in Europe

Hammerfest is a small town.  There are four fishing villages nearby and a single school in one of the fishing villages.  Our tour guide said the school has three children enrolled and the village is trying to convince people to move to keep the school open.  With just three students it will close.


Woman With Child Statue, North Cape Norway


The Miracle of Flash (not on my camera tho’)


Life Aboard Ship (photos later if ever)

I love sailboats, They are quiet and slip through the water effortlessly or so it seems.  You hard the creaking of the mast and rigging under the pull of the sails. The splash of the bow dropping into the next trough, and the salt spray over the bow.  It is has a slow peaceful rhythm about it. I love sailing,

I love being on the water.   Even if your journey takes you on a short ferry, the sense of adventure and the feeling that the seas could take you anywhere imaginable.  It is so romantic.

For decades bobbing around small sounds or the San Francisco Bay in my small boat was heaven.  I wouldn’t consider taking a “cruise” on a large ship an adventure or even “sailing”.  It just felt too tame for the younger version of myself.  How time has changed that rigid opinion.

Taking a cruise ship in a foreign country to cities and towns you may never visit otherwise is an adventure.  And I still get that wanderlust being on the seas.  Being on the water is less an adventure.  It is a considerable responsibility to sail in foreign seas chart and compass in hand and to brave local weather conditions.  As challenging and perhaps romantic as that ideal sounds, it is far more rational to leave the risk to a professional captain and simply walk aboard a cruise ship.

Just this afternoon Ellen turned to me and said, “I really enjoy taking cruises.  This has been fun.”  That’s good to hear as we have signed up for a four month around the world cruise in 2020!  I won’t reminder her of this for another few months.

What makes taking a cruise so enjoyable is not having to move your suitcase around.  During our two months in Italy, we took two weeks driving or taking ferries around southern Italy.  We were constantly packing and unpacking or stuffing bags into or out of the car, or driving. I enjoy driving, but seeing the country you are driving through is more fun and not really open to the driver.  On a cruise all your belongings are packed away in your cabin.  You take what you need when you go ashore.  It is that simple.

Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner are provided.  You show up at “the appointed time” (typically a range of a few hours), and lunch is waiting.  The breakfast and lunch buffer aboard ship on a moderate cruise can become mundane or even boring. Some high end cruise lines vary the buffet nearly daily, though at a price.  Dinner is unique and something to look forward to.

A typical day aboard ship begins with breakfast between 7 and 10;  a presentation of some sort in the morning (sometimes a choice between two) or a shore excursion, lunch between 12 and 2PM, a presentation or a shore excursion, dinner between 6 PM and 8 PM, possibly a presentation in the evening possibly an evening shore excursion.  Each day is packed full of activities and goes by in a blink.  All of this running about is optional.  There are those who are content to sit on the observation deck and watch the world go by.  Some days that is all I want to do.

Jet lag on arrival may render the first day or two a blur.  Getting into the rhythm of breakfast, rest/outing/presentation, lunch, rest/outing/presentation, dinner takes a few days.  Once over that continuous sense of being tired, the daily pattern feels reassuring.

What makes visiting Norway in winter special is the difference in the length of a day and the degree to which I take cues from my environment.  Today for example our excursion ended at 2PM.  No problem except that the sun had set; the day was ending and I was getting ready (mentally) to shut down for the evening.  But it was only two o’clock in the early afternoon!  I enjoy discovering similarities and differences in people and things as I travel.  The extent to which I cue on daylight came as a surprise.

“How much longer do we have?  I don’t want this to end!”, Ellen had said earlier.  She is now taking a nap in the hopes John (our astronomy tour leader) rousts us from sleep to announce an aurora sighting.  I will join her shortly.  First to add a photo or two then off for a nap.

Northern Lights, first encounter

Tonight we had a tour of Trmoso by bus.  This included visiting the Tromso “Natural” Cathedral (more on that in a 2nd post) and we took a the Fjellheisen tramway to the top of Storsteinen at 420 meters above Tromso.  We were in line for a hot chocolate when our German tour guide said, northern lights outside.  It was a mostly cloudy night, though there through a break in the clouds was a green ribbon that snaked across a portion of the sky.  It moved slightly for the next fifteen minutes or so.

Being on a schedule we left for our next “stop”.  The weather is clearing, though I have no idea how long that will last.  We are all hopeful that the displays continue tonight and tomorrow.  We Shall See!

Rough Seas; the Arctic Circle; Njord, God of the Sea; Bodo; King Crab, Magic Ice Bar, snow, Trollfjord

Rough Seas

Ellen has long claimed she easily gets sea sick.  I’ve steered clear of sailing and less tame water tours for this very reason.  The coast of Norway is dotted with thousands of islands and long fjords that provide shelter from the wind and ocean swells.  Cruising Norway is tame for the most part.  However, and this is a serious however, there are a few stretches of open water that must be navigated.  In the olden days, ships would stack up waiting for fair weather to make the passage.  Ferry and freight lines would not operate regularly as it was too risky to operate in these seas.

Yesterday after returning from the tram, we had lunch, walked the ship some, and feeling tired I went to sleep.  Ellen let me sleep and went off to attended an astronomical lecture about the Northern Lights at 3PM  At about 3:30PM I awoke to the sound of my camera and computer slamming into the floor with me rocking up and down; back and forth on the bed.  Ellen later said that the lecturer kept going though he was doing a sailor’s walk back and forth across the stage to keep upright.

Leaving the computer and camera where they fell for safety,  I looked out our massive porthole to see huge choppy seas.  I’ve been on a fishing boat in 20 ft. swells that came as synchronous waves, predictable, and from one direction.   What I saw through the port hole was a riotous eruption of wind driven white caps blown off a boiling cauldron of 12 to 20 ft. swells with no pattern whatsoever. It was as if a swell arose from nowhere and created a depression entirely around it. But not simply one, hundreds or thousands of them amassed together in no pattern.  The only thing I can think of that would begin to describe it is floating on a sea of literally boiling water.  The boat rocked side to side unpredictably, slid down a wave sometimes, crashed into an oncoming wave and shuddered sometimes, there was banging, rocking rolling, quick jab like changes of direction.  It was amazing.

The seas were not a threat to the vessel. They were small in size by comparison and not perilous. The seas were more than many passengers could take.  Dinner was initially put off an hour, then returned to normal scheduling as the ship found shelter.  For dinner the ship was as calm as if we were docked at port.  The rough seas had taken their toll.  Turnout for dinner was low. Whereas we usually have to walk the dining room at least once to find an open table, we sat immediately.


Approaching to Pass a Sister Ship Northbound

After dinner I enjoyed a long Sauna with Dave, a fellow from Germany, and a fellow from Paris. We talked politics and economics for a while, though the German and Parisian were more guarded in their conversation.  Dry and dressed again, Ellen wanted a hot chocolate and I grabbed a local beer.  We watched the Fjord and waves go by from the observation deck as we progressed north.  Waters had calmed somewhat.  A British couple stopped by and we chatted for a long while about life, work, his son, skiing, Breckenridge, pub darts (I started that conversation).  If you take a moment to open up with complete strangers you will often surprise yourself and be equally surprised by the turns a chat can take.   We turned in quite late, around 2:30 AM.


A typical morning in the Panorama Lounge, before crossing the Arctic Circle

This morning Ellen awoke early and was hungry.  She is finally getting over her cold.  I’m still a bit out of it.  We had an early, leisurely breakfast and again had no trouble finding a table.  Crew asked us how we slept and how we were doing with the “weather”.  I actually enjoy rough seas if they are non-threatening.  It’s fun! Surprisingly Ellen said much the same thing.  I no longer have a “seasick prone” wife.  Today’s plan was to make port at Bodo around noon and take our tour then.  Plans change.  Yesterday’s dinner stop pushed our arrival time in Bodo back two hours.  We arrived at 2 PM.  All bodo tours were cancelled.  We would have time to walk to the town and back if we hurried!


Ellen and I both thought “Half Dome, Yosemite”.

The Arctic Circle


The Globe marks the Arctic Circle crossing on Vikingen Island Norway

Typically after breakfast we head to our room to relax for a while.  Not today!  “We cross the Arctic Circle this morning around 9:10 AM.  There will be a celebration outside on deck 9.  Come join us there!”,  said an announcement.   There was still time before the celebration, we grabbed our cameras and headed to the observation lounge.  It could have been luck or planning on Ellen’s part; we walked into the lounge as the ship approached “Vikingen Island” on the starboard side.  Vikingen Island sits at the Arctic Circle.  It has a prominent globe statue on the circle at 66 degrees 33 minutes and 43 seconds at the arctic circle crossing (that according to our expedition guides).

Crossing the Arctic Circle

The ship crew highlighted the statue with a ships spotlight and blew the ships horn as we passed.  This is the first time either Ellen or I have travelled this far north on our great planet Earth.

Njord, Norse God of the Sea and the Wind

Not to miss the Arctic Celebration, we scurried back to our room and changed for the outdoors. Camera and phones in hand, we headed up a deck and outside through the heavy weather door. The Jacuzzi area which is just outside that door, is sheltered from the wind.  It was not until we walked to the side of the ship that the full force of the wind barreled into us.  It was frigid. We had both dressed for the weather and were not cold, except for our faces and my legs.  I had not worn my wind pants and paid a small price.

I have video of the Arctic Celebration that will best describe it.  I will say that I was one of the first volunteers to have Njord favor me with his warm christening and that later talking with Kristen and Ellen, I was wondering why my neck still felt cold as I pulled not one but three rather large ice cubes from my neck.  Njord had done his job quite well.

The Invocation of Njord for Safe Voyage

Njord Appears

Kristen and Ellen are Christened


I must say that Norway’s coastline north of the Arctic Circle is stunning.  Though it was windy and cold outside, the best photos were not to be taken through the observation lounge windows, streaked with salt and debris as they are.  No, the best photos were from the stern of the ship in the harsh wind and cold.  I’ll share a few photos below.  There were breaks in the clouds and blue sky and sunlight visible from the ship! Today was a magical day.



Njord, Captain my Captain, and Me getting “christened”



The reward for Njord’s Coronation, Cloud Berry Wine




We saw a few murals in Bodo


Trolls are a Norwegian Thing!

We had a quick lunch around 12:30 and docked at bodo (pronounced Bhuda) at 2PM per the revised schedule.  Ellen and I dressed for the cold (again with me in jeans) and walked to town and back.  Bodo was entirely destroyed in “the war”.  All its buildings are new which gives the town an industrial appearance.  We walked to the fishing fleet harbor, but had no time to go further and still get back to the boat.


Norway has more Teslas Per Capita than anywhere else in the world!

We passed a number of open shops.  Two called out to me: a sporting goods shop and a very well supplied fishing equipment shop.  I could have spent a few hours in the fishing shop and at least an hour in the outdoor shop.  We could use some attachable cleats for our shoes should we have another bus vs “ice field” adventure.  With so little time, we walked on by.  rats!


It looks cold because it is cold



“There is no bad weather, only bad clothing” a Norwegian Saying



there are no late passengers, only left behind passengers” this is an oft repeated Hurtigruten saying.  The Trollfjord is a working ferry making scheduled stops up and down the coast.  All Hurtigruten coastal ships are!  Ours is not “simply” a cruise ship and we did not want to be “that couple” who were err, “late”.


Getting back aboard in Bodo

On the way back we were stunned to find that every single car stopped for us if we wanted to cross the road.  No matter if there was a cross walk or not; traffic would stop. Period.  There was also a line of cars and trucks waiting to board the ferry when we arrived back.

King Crab


Live King Crab is Everywhere in Norway

There are a few tanks of live king crab aboard. Tonight we joined the 18:30 crab feed, which is optional,  “extra”, and something we simply have to do. (I’m even now a bit sad about our Bergen Italian Soup choice.  Perhaps this will make things “right”)IMG_0655

Being Seated at our Table

Well, we’re off to feast on King Crab in a few minutes.  I’ll populate the text with pictures and publish (perhaps with some crabby comments)  when we return.

We had our king crab dinner in the a la carte restaurant that is separate from main dining. We were the first to arrive.  We were greeted with a glass of prosecco , were seated, and were the first served.  Dinner was quite simple.  A bread board arrived first followed by a glass of dry riesling  and a carafe of water.   Some time later a bowl of king crab arrived.  The crab body was cleaned and placed in the center of the bowl. Each leg had been artfully cut in half the long way and separated at the joints.  These pieces were arranged around the body.  A single large claw sat in the center.  We were served one entire king crab for the two of us.  It arrived with three small ramekins: one of a home-made mayonnaise,  another of a herbal mayonnaise, and a third of mildly spicy teriyaki butter sauce.   All three were far too much for crab’s delicate flavor,


The Crab Arrives

My job for the evening was to ferry crab pieces to our plates as we devoured this feast.  I was pretty even handed, even giving Ellen the single claw.  A king crab is huge and enough for two hungry people.  Desert was a cheese plate with a sample of brie, two small wedges of buttery white cheese, and two cubes of Norway’s equivalent of Stilton placed on a berry drizzle with thin slices of a fruit and nut dried bread.

Dinner was extremely good.  The crab was cooked perfectly, served cold, and had been so well prepared we could eat it with a crab fork and knife.  There was no need to tear at the exoskeleton with our fingers.  Scrumptious.

The Magic Ice Bar, Svolvaer, Norway


Magic Ice was closed


Svolvaer Norway

We had not reviewed replacements for our cancelled Bodo tour.  Back “home” I looked over the information Ellen had gleaned from the expedition staff about our options.  There were just three possible and we had conflicting tours scheduled on two of the days.  That left “Vesteralen Panorama”,  a bus and local ferry trip.  We both agreed to pass on this tour, we’re already on a ferry!



Today’s schedule had us stopping  at Solvaer at 21:00.   Paula (who had stored Ellen’s borrowed coat in her locker for us) had mentioned the Ice Bar at Solvaer as something not to miss during the hours stop in port.  We dressed for cold weather and headed to reception to disembark a few minutes before 9 PM.  We expected to find Kristen waiting to join us.  We spotted Kristen and Dave too. Cool.  While we waited for the gangway to open, an overhead announcement dashed our plans, “I am sorry to inform you that due to an accident the Magic Ice Bar and Gallery is closed.”  Nutz.  We are not that easily taken in. We disembarked and headed to the Magic Ice Bar thinking nobody would close a bar so readily.  A short walk proved us wrong.  There was the door to the Bar and Gallery and it was absolutely closed.

As a group we headed back.  Leaving the boat, the Ice Bar was to the left and the war museum was to the right.  We headed toward a group of people who we thought were going to the war museum.  They were rather going to a bar.  No problem, we asked the barman where the museum was located.  He actually walked outside and pointed to the location, just behind a hotel right in front of us. As we approached the hotel, Dave said he would rather not go to the museum, opting for a black Russian instead.  That sounded good to me.  The two guys headed off to find a bar while Ellen and Kristen looked for the war museum.


Ellen, Dave, and Kristen

The Norwegian Mule and Norwegian G&T

Dave and I entered the hotel to find us in a restaurant seating area.  Walking through we found a wine bar and asked a staff woman, “Does the hotel have a full bar?”  “Oh Yes!  We have a pub here and a full bar there through those doors.”  Great.

We found an amiable fellow tending bar.  I asked if they had a Norwegian version of a Russian Mule.  “If you want something Norwegian, it must have Aquavit in it!”  After some consideration, I chose to try a ginger beer with silver aquavit.  It is a bit like a silver tequila, not as full flavored as an anjeo or commemorativo.   It was actually tasty, though nothing like a mule.  Dave opted for an Aquavit and tonic.  Both drinks were unusual and good.  We had just enough time to have a short chat and finish the drinks before heading back to the ship.  An hour’s stop-over goes quite quickly.

Back aboard, Dave headed off to change for the Sauna.  I waited a bit to see if Ellen would show up, then headed to our room to change.  There I found Ellen changing into more comfortable clothing.  They stepped into the war museum and were put off by the musty smell of the place and the entrance fee.  They had simply walked around before heading back too.

I changed and went to the Sauna exchanging pleasantries with an expedition guide on the way.  The sauna was pre-heated today.  There was Dave soaking in the warmth.  Our reverie was cut short by another announcement, “Soon we are entering the mouth of Trollfjord.  The best place to view this event is outside forward on deck 6.”  Presto, changeO.  I showered, went “home”, met Ellen who was changing into warm clothing for outdoors.  “Did you hear the announcement?”, she asked.  “Yes, that’s why I’m here”.  We both walked down two decks and outside toward the bow on deck 6. 


It was snowing and blowing a bit.   I was glad to have taken my “ancient” heavy duty down jacket.  This was a North Face design that was not produced.  Some of the samples made their way to the outlet store in 1976 where it was purchased as a Christmas gift for ME! It has been my go to extreme weather jacket ever since.  I’ve never been cold while wearing this beast.  I have no idea who thought it would make a good ski jacket.  That’s why the design was not produced.   With any level of exertion, you’d burn up wearing the thing.

Ellen was snug and warm in her borrowed (and elegant) heavy coat.  It was not immediately apparent how cold it would be at the bow.  While we were snug and warm, our faces suffered “a thousand points of light” in the form of wind driven snow in the face.  Not only was it cold, it was dark and a bit foggy. At first I could see nothing past the ship’s prow.  Blackness and snow, wind and blackness, snow and wind everywhere all the time.  We were not alone.  The entire deck 6 balcony filled with bodies huddled against the cold.  Some people asked what we were looking at/for.  It was hard to give a rational sounding answer. Then  relief arrived in the form of the ship’s spotlights scanning the walls of the fjord entrance.

The ship was moving slowly forward into a narrow fjord with reflective markers on ether side marking the channel boundaries (or fjord walls from another perspective).  The lights played along the walls and in front of the ship as we crawled forward.  Sometimes the snow covered cliffs were visible, more often the spotlight’s beam was filled with snowflakes, nothing more.

Trollfjord’s Mouth


The Mouth is Narrow though hard to see through the Snow



A Good Shot that shows how small the mouth is

The walls of the fjord closed in together creating a very narrow entrance.  That spot was marked by two triangular reflectors on either side of the narrow.  We went no farther, but turned slowly and headed out.  The show was over.

In such low light and with so little to focus on, taking photos was nearly impossible at first, then grew progressively easier with the spotlight’s beam and more features to focus on.  Manual focus worked to a degree as well.   This was not so much frustrating as more a learning experience.  My camera did as well as I could expect.  I need more practice in these conditions.  All in all it was fun to be out, exciting to see the fjord narrow down as it did, gratifying to be warm on a “dark and stormy night” in Norway in winter.

It is now quite late on January 3rd 2019.  It takes time to write, even stream of consciousness takes more than banging away at the keyboard.  I had hoped to add photos to this run-on mass of characters, but alas I do not have the motivation necessary to make that happen.  That would take loading more photos on the computer; selecting the photos, formatting them, captioning them; selecting videos, uploading them to a video host, pasting an embed code into this blog at “the right” spot.  Tomorrow.  Tomorrow this will happen.  (actually later today, it’s nearly 2AM).  Later. over and out.