• “Vort Hjerte veed, vort Øye seer,
    hvor godt og vakkert Norge er...”
    ~~ Henrik Wergeland; 1814; Norwegian Poet ~~

    (Our heart knows, our eye sees,
    How good and beautiful Norway is …)

    OK. Yes. I took these words from the Havila Kystruten brochure. It perfectly describes our sentiments about this trip — rain and overcast conditions notwithstanding.

    And so we arrived in Bergen … under conditions that were the total opposite of what they were when we embarked m/s Havila Castor on 8 August.

    Once the ship was tied up, the deck 5 gangway was deployed. Almost immediately, a stream of people began embarking the ship. It was literally like an invasion … in this case, by an army of cleaning staff coming aboard with vacuum cleaners, buckets, mops, and what have you to deep clean the public spaces. On none of our 65 cruises have we ever seen anything like it!

    We’d received instructions, which were repeated in a P/A announcement as we approached the terminal, that disembarkation would be done deck by deck. We were requested to wait for the appropriate announcement. And so we did.

    Well, if there were any announcements, we did not hear them … and we were right there in the deck 5 lobby. What ensued was a rather chaotic disembarkation. We waited for the crowd to dissipate. Around 3:00p, we had our ship cards scanned one last time before heading off the ship.

    The ground floor of the terminal was packed. At the far end were the northbound passengers waiting to check-in. At the foot of the escalator, where the conveyor belt for checked bags was in operation, were our shipmates, clamoring to get their luggage. I took the carry-on bags and went outside the terminal to wait while Mui waded into the crowd. It took him 15-20 minutes to come out with our two bags.

    Having compared the taxi fare from the terminal to the airport against the Havila transfer, we had booked the latter a few days ago. It was easy enough to find the bus, stow our luggage in the cargo compartment, and find seats for the ride. We had a bit of a wait for the rest of the transferees to show up, but we were in no hurry … we had several hours before our flight was scheduled to depart.

    And on that note … this segment of our ‘escape the August heat’ trip is now concluded.

    I had every intention of blogging the next segment — which will take us from Copenhagen to Helsinki, with stops in Germany, Sweden, and several Baltic countries. I’m afraid I am going to have to postpone that for now.

    So, I’ll just say ciao for now and see you all back in Bologna, Italy.
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  • SB Day 12: Bergen Bound

    19 augusti, Norge

    The last day of our voyage.

    Overnight, we stopped in Ålesund, Torvik, and Måløy. The short stops went unnoticed. But I can’t say the same about the motion of the ocean between Torvik and Måløy. That was very much felt.

    To travel between these two ports, ships have to go around the Stad Peninsula into the Stadhavet Sea. The open water here is considered particularly treacherous because this is where the currents of the Norwegian Sea and the North Sea meet. There are no islands of any size to offer protection from the sea conditions. Some historians even claim that the Vikings used to haul their vessels overland to bypass the waters in question.

    Norway has come up with alternative manhauling vessels. To avoid this stretch, a ship canal/tunnel is planned that will cut through the Stad Peninsula. When completed, it will be the largest such maritime tunnel, allowing vessels up to 16,000 gross tons to pass through it. The contract was apparently awarded earlier this summer. Construction is expected to begin in 2027 and the canal/tunnel is scheduled to open in 2031. (More info here: https://tunnelbuilder.com/News/Norways-Stad-Shi….)

    Should be a soother ride. In the meantime, back to our day.

    We were at breakfast when we made the 15-minute stop in Florø at 8:15a. With nothing special planned for the rest of the day, we enjoyed a leisurely meal before returning to the cabin to finish packing.

    Even though we were not due to arrive in Bergen until 2:45p, we needed to vacate our cabin by 10:00a so that the crew could begin preparing for the northbound passengers who would be boarding once we disembarked. We met that deadline, placing our luggage in a designated area on our deck for the crew to move to the cargo area.

    The good news? We’d been promised great weather for this last day on the ship, and the promise was kept. So, in addition to the lounges, we had all the outdoor decks available to while away the time. We found a spot on deck 5 that gave us a place to enjoy the scenery when we were inside … and also leave our carry-on bags when we were outside or at lunch.

    With the gorgeous blue skies and sunshine, clicking the camera shutter was a pleasure, and the scenery was delightful.
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  • SB Day 11: Kristiansund

    18 augusti, Norge

    Not to be confused with Kristiansand, which is just east of the tip of Norway … quite a distance from where we are presently.

    Kristiansund was today’s second long stop … longish is probably more accurate since we had just 50 minutes to wander around before the all aboard at 5:20p.
    Since this would be our last stop before completing the voyage tomorrow in Bergen, we decided to go ashore to stretch our legs despite the cold wind and the spitting rain. That we spent our first time here — in 2019 — visiting the deserted fishing village on nearby Grip Island, with just a short time in the city itself was an added inducement for our decision.

    (Photos from Grip at this link … we highly recommend this day trip if the weather is good … https://findpenguins.com/8pccjefaitoru/footprin….)

    Leaving Kristiansund, we were once again in rough seas for a while. Nothing too worrisome, but noticeable.

    Before calling it a night, we checked in for tomorrow’s SAS flight from Bergen to Copenhagen, where we will spend a few days before continuing our ‘escape the August heat’ trip.
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  • SB Day 11: Trondheim

    18 augusti, Norge

    Last night was a bit rocky … probably the most motion we’ve felt at any point on this cruise, including the times when the vessel goes out to the open seas for a couple of hours.

    We had read that the timing of the long stops on the KB leg — Kirkenes to Bergen southbound — was not always optimum. That was definitely the case today when we stopped in Trondheim from 6:30a to 9:30a.

    Perhaps if we had not been to Trondheim before, I would have made an extra effort to go out for a while. But since that wasn’t the case, I decided to take it easy. Mui, already up and at ‘em for his morning coffee, went out to stretch his legs for a while, so I do have a few photos to share.
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  • SB Day 11: Stalking Olga

    18 augusti, Norge

    Mui’s an early bird.

    He gets up, gets dressed, and heads up to deck 6 to get a cup of coffee from the machine, check his newsfeed to catch up with the world.

    On m/s Havila Castor, he’s been visited by Olga every morning while he’s having his coffee.

    This morning, he decided to stalk her to see where she lives.

    Who is Olga? Well, you have to watch the video to find out.
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  • SB Day 10: Brønnøysund

    17 augusti, Norge

    Today’s long stop — one hour and 15 minutes in Brønnøysund — was scheduled for 3:00p. By then, any hope for sunshine was gone.

    The small coastal town greeted us with a stiff wind, that occasionally carried rain drops with it. We didn’t let that deter us from going ashore. The locals were smarter … at home, at work, or in the mall … cozy and warm, protected from the wind.

    We went for a wander around town, following the waterfront. We passed the mall … though we did walk through it on the way back; strolled by the local pub, which used to be a barber as well as a bar at one time; found the Brønnøysund sign that marks the geographic center of Norway … Lindenes Lighthouse 585 miles (840 km) to the south; Nordkapp an equal distance to the north.

    Continuing from there, we crossed over to the park on Lille Brønnøya (Little Spring Island) … using the bridge that connects it to the rest of the town. Billed as a cultural hub and a place for festivals, the park was all but deserted today. So, we continued inland from there toward the church, which was consecrated in 1870. Alas, it was closed, so we had to be satisfied with wandering the grounds … where we found a memorial from 1859 to the fishermen from Brønnøysund who lost their lives at sea.

    We were hoping that we’d find a place for a quick bite on the way back, but nothing really grabbed our attention, and the ice cream shop was closed. So, we meandered back to the ship, arriving a few minutes before the all-aboard.

    Around 6:00p, we joined Andy and Wendy for dinner at our assigned table … but did have to beg leave later to go out on the bow on deck 6 forward when the cruise director advised that we would be making a quick detour for a glimpse of the hole in the center of Torghatten, a granite mountain that is 850 feet (258m) asl.

    The scientific explanation for the hole … it was carved out of the softer rock by glacial ice and water during the Scandinavian Ice Age.

    But what mountain with such a unique feature wouldn’t have a legend associated with it? 😄

    According to Norse folklore, the hole was made when a troll king shot an arrow to stop the beautiful girl he was trying to abduct from escaping his clutches. The king of Sømna threw his hat in the path of the arrow to stop it from hitting the girl … and the hat turned into the mountain with a hole … which explains the name … Torghatten = the hat of Torg.
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  • Leaving Sandnessjøen, Mui went down to the cabin for a nap … I set myself up at ‘my table’ in the Havblikk Lounge, going outside whenever something caught my eye.

    I was especially hoping to see the Seven Sisters Mountain Range … which is associated with a legend. Trolls, of course.

    The short story is that seven troll sisters took advantage of their father sleeping one night to escape his watchful eye. What they didn’t know was that Vågekallen was lying in wait for them, hoping to catch one of the girls — if not more. What followed was a pursuit with other trolls joining in to rescue them. Unfortunately, they all forgot to keep an eye on the rising sun. And as dawn broke, they were all turned to stone.

    As it turns out, the peaks were mostly hidden by clouds, so all we got was a peek-a-boo view.

    At one point, we had beautiful blue skies … but only in one direction … and only for a short time. But seeing the bright scenery did wonders and elevated everyone’s mood.
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  • Our day started with a quick 20-minute stop in Bodø. At 2:30a, we both slept through it.

    Next stop … Ørnes for 10 minutes at 6:25a found me still asleep. But Mui was up as usual, enjoying a cup of coffee in the lounge.

    Knowing my love of reflections, he surprised me by returning to the cabin with photos he took … red cabins mirrored on the flat calm waters.
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  • Leaving the Lofoten War Memorial Museum, we went for a stroll around town, heading in the direction of the church … even though we knew it was closed. We did find a few things of interest in the park behind the church, so the walk wasn’t for naught, and it gave us a chance to stretch our legs.

    We returned to the ship shortly before it was due to depart from Svolvær. For some reason, though, the ship was delayed by almost an hour. Perhaps a ship’s excursion late returning to the ship. Or, to ensure we passed m/s Havila Capella for the traditional flag waving between the two ships.
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  • Today’s long stop came late in the day.

    Cruising for three hours after exiting Trollfjord, we were scheduled to arrive in Svolvær in the Lofoten Islands around 6:30p. Since we would be out and about in town during our designated dinner time, we went to the dining room for an early meal.

    Disembarking the ship, we were struck by how quiet it was in town. Ahhh, yes … Sunday! So, when we realized that the Lofoten War Memorial Museum was about the only place open, we ended up spending much of our time there.

    Part of the Museum Nord organization now, it was established as a private museum in 1996 by a man named William Hakvaag. An avid collector of all things related to WWII, he described his museum as “non-partisan.” Indeed we found everything from Norwegian, to German, to Allied Forces in the exhibit.

    Something I didn’t know is that the first WWII raid of any consequence happened in the German-occupied Lofoten Islands on 4 March 1941. Many of the Norwegians who fought in the battle around Narvik was from the Lofotens. Thus, it’s not surprising that the nucleus of the artifacts on exhibit are local and personal.

    Despite the small size of the museum, the collection is incredibly extensive and eclectic. Every nook and cranny is filled with objects from WWII … including what is generally accepted as being Norway’s largest collection of WWII military uniforms.

    If there was any rhyme or reason to the way the displays were set up, it wasn’t immediately apparent to us. Frankly, as interesting as the museum was, it was also a bit overwhelming. We ended up simply wandering around, stopping to read labels when something caught our eye. I’m sure we missed a great deal more than what we actually saw.
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  • We were hoping for sunshine — or at least dry conditions — for the special Trollfjord detour that we knew was on today’s schedule … though the exact timing was not known until this afternoon.

    No can do. We had overcast skies and rain … from drizzle to light and steady. Those who had stayed up for the Trollfjord cruise on the northbound leg told us that the weather was worse. Plus, they had to contend with nightfall.

    Trollfjord — home to the oldest rocks in Norway — is an arm of Raftsundet Strait. Short and narrow — only about 1.5 mile (2.5 km) long and a little less than 330 feet (100m) wide at its narrowest point — access to this fjord is limited to small vessels. Coastal ferries can cruise in and out … provided conditions are optimal. That we were able to do so today is something for which to be grateful … regardless of the rain that was a constant companion.

    There is a legend associated with Trollfjord that explains how the fjord was formed. As one might expect in Norway, the main characters are trolls — Vågåkallen and one-eyed Hinnøy. The story involves a feud over whose cows can graze the pastures along the Raftsundet Strait.

    I am sure that if you search the web, you’ll find at least one version of the legend. The short story has the two trolls engaged in a heated fight; Hinnøy falls and his axe creates gash in the earth; when he pulls the blade out, the sea floods an inland lake; and thus the fjord is formed. There’s more to the story, which involves a goat being hurled to a mountain top, but that is neither here nor there.

    Bundled up in our rain gear, we opted to watch the in/out Trollfjord cruise from the ship’s bow … deck 6 forward. There were fewer people here, allowing us to move around to various vantage points. Once we reached the head of the fjord, the m/s Havila Castor sviveweled 180-degrees in place and cruised back out the way it came in.

    Once we left the fjord, we headed indoors to relax with a cup of hot tea while the ship continued onward to today’s long stop in the early evening.
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  • Departing Sortland for our next port, we had rain on and off. A good time to watch the scenery go by from the comfort of a lounge … a cup of hot tea in hand.

    The distance to Stokmarknes was relatively short … took us just over an hour. We were scheduled to be in port for an hour … leaving us with 50 minutes to see what we could see. Not much in town, we were told by the cruise director … along with the suggestion to check out the Hurtigrutemuseet … less than 5-minutes on foot from where our ship would be docked. So, that’s what we did.

    I’ve mentioned that Hurtigruten is Havila’s competition. The other way around is probably a more accurate description, since Hurtigruten began plying the coastal express waters in 1893. Its name literally means “the express route.” As such, the museum is dedicated to the history of the ‘route, rather than the ‘company’ itself. As closely as the two are intertwined, however, the lines between them are definitely blurred.

    Hurtigrutemuseet — aka the Coastal Express Museum — is owned and operated by Museum Nord, a regional museum organization in Northern Norway. It works in close cooperation with Hurtigruten, however, as the company has not only contributed historical artifacts and archival photos, but also a retired coastal vessel.

    The m/s Finnmarken — which is on display in the purpose-built glass building — is the focal point of the museum. In fact, if you look closely at the building as your vessel approaches Stokmarknes, you can make out the ship inside … like a ship-in-a-bottle, if you will. I bet it is quite a sight to see when approaching the after nightfall as the vessel is lit up and more clearly visible then.

    Our visit to the museum was fast-paced … not nearly enough time to read the info panels and also wander the decks of the Finnmarken … built in 1956 and retired in 1993. So, we focused on the ship, figuring we could read more about the history of the route online. Even then, we didn’t get to see everything … the engine room being one of the places we skipped.

    Going aboard the ship, which is often described as the “last classic Hurtigruten ship,” was fun and interesting. That we managed to do so without tumbling down the steep ladders … or bruising our shins on the ‘knee-knockers’ … well that was a bonus 😜

    (knee-knockers = maritime slang for coamings, the high sills at the bottom of doors on ships)
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  • SB Day 9: Sortland

    16 augusti, Norge

    Around 12:30p, m/s Havila Castor arrived at its berth in Sortland … a 30-minute stop. One of the unique things about this stop is that the timing of the “Taste of Vesterålen” excursion bus is timed to coincide with the ship sailing under the Sortland Bridge. I looked but didn’t see a bus.Läs mer

  • SB Day 9: Risøyhamn

    16 augusti, Norge

    The approach to the small village of Risøyhamn requires the ship to transit a long, narrow channel marked with buoys. The channel, which opened in 1992, makes it far easier for larger vessels, such as the Havila and Hurtigruten mail ships, to navigate the Risøy Strait.

    With the rain letting up, we joined the many other passengers who lined up at the railing on deck 9 forward to enjoy the approach. It was a bit chilly because of the wind-generated by the ship’s forward movement, but lovely nonetheless.
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  • SB Day 9: Risøyhamn Bound

    16 augusti, Norge

    Leaving Harstad, we had about two hours to chill before our 15-minute stop in Risøyhamn.

    Settling myself at what I have dubbed ‘my table’ at the back of the Havblikk Bar, I spent much of that time wandering the outside decks, checking out the views, and enjoying the fresh air … going inside when it rained … on and off.Läs mer

  • SB Day 9: Harstad

    16 augusti, Norge

    Our first port this morning was Finnsness. It was at 4:20a. As you might expect, we were fast asleep during that 20-minute stop. As close as we are to both gangways, that we aren’t awakened by port operations is a good thing.

    With a ½-hour stop scheduled in Harstad, we went to breakfast early. Once we were docked, Mui hopped off for the 20-minutes he was allowed to be ashore to get a close-up photo for me of the current harbor admin building. I didn’t attempt to walk the distance myself … with my short legs, I would have had to triple time it in the allotted time.

    While he was on shore, I took advantage of the dry conditions to break out my Nikon Coolpix P950 to zoom in on some of the distant scenery that caught my eye.
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  • The coordinates and the timing embedded in this photo make me think this might be Blåisen Glacier. Even the literal translation of the glacier’s name — Blue Ice — seems appropriate for what we saw. But I cannot be sure.

    Regardless, it is another one of the glaciers around the world that seems to be shrinking at an alarming rate.

    We were at dinner when the ship made its 15-minute stop in Skjervøy … so no photos. We are now dining with Andy and Wendy from Kansas City, Missouri during lunch and dinner … at a table in the center aft … with the glass wall behind us. Having table companions means that meals take a little longer, but it’s nice to while away the time chatting as we enjoy our food.

    One more stop tonight … shortly before midnight … in Tromsø. There’s a midnight concert excursion at a church in the city … for those interested. I’m sure we’ll be fast asleep by then.
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  • With our late departure from Hammerfest, our scheduled arrival at the next port — Øksfjord for 15 minutes — was pushed back as well. More time to relax.

    At one point, I noticed that the clouds in the distance looked so fluffy and soft. Like bowl full of whipped cream. I approached the window. And just at that moment a surprise sighting made my entire afternoon. A whale surfaced right in front of the window, showed its dorsal fin, and then slipped back below the surface. It happened in the blink of an eye. No time to do anything but record it in my brain cells.

    The funny thing is, when Mui and I find ourselves contemplating the sea while we cruise from one place to another, we say something like … “All we need is for a whale to pop up.” Well, that’s exactly what happened with this whale. When I called out the sighting to Mui, however, he thought I was kidding him. He wouldn’t have made it to the window in time to see it anyway.

    Mui did make it up to deck 8 aft for the complimentary moose sausage tasting a bit later. Sorry … he left his phone behind, so no photos.
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  • SB Day 8: Hammerfest

    15 augusti, Norge

    We had the most number of ports of any given day of our voyage today — starting with Mehamn, Kjøllefjord, and Honningsvåg … all in the wee hours of the morning. Slept through all of those. We stopped in Havøysund at 8:00a … heavy rain, so no photos.

    Thus I am moving on to today’s long stop — Hammerfest — where, on our first visit in 2019, Mui and I became honorary members of the “Royal & Ancient Polar Bear Society.” Of course, there are no polar bears in Hammerfest. But that hasn’t stopped the town from embracing the great white bear as a symbol in its coat of arms. In this instance, the polar bear apparently represents the importance of the town as an Arctic hunting and trading post.

    Our stop here was about 1½ hours. No rain; just overcast with threatening clouds … unlike the blue-skies we had when we were here seven years ago. We docked at the ferry pier in the city center, so no long walk this time to get where we wanted to go.

    We had previously hiked the Sikksakkveien — a path that was developed to stop the locals from using the ‘less-than-safe-for-humans’ trails created by goats as they browsed the grass on the steep hillside. So we skipped it this time. Instead, we followed the DIY-walk recommended by the author of the “Coastal Ferry Guidebook.” Some of the stops along the route were familiar. Nonetheless we enjoyed this chance to stretch our legs.

    One memorable experience we did not get to experience this time was seeing Hvaldimir … the beluga whale that was a fixture in the harbor for a while. He left Hammerfest for points unknown soon after we saw him 2019 and hasn’t been back since.

    (Here’s a link to my footprint about Hvaldimir: https://findpenguins.com/52z11qkijr3ou/footprin….)

    We returned to the ship a few minutes before the appointed all aboard time. As we were preparing to go up the gangway, we noticed that the m/s Havila Castor was bunkering LNG. Clouds of cryogenic vapor was floating around at ground level … the transfer hose was encapsulated in frost. No wonder … the LNG flowing through the hose is at a ‘balmy’ -260F (-162C) … yes, those are minus temperatures, folks!

    I later read that Hammerfest LNG, which is Europe’s first large-scale LNG facility, is the one we saw as we passed Melkøya Island on our way into Hammerfest. No surprise then that the bunkering was done here.

    Once we were onboard, we got so busy that I didn’t realize our departure was delayed. No idea why and not sure exactly when we left … but it was almost 1:30p when we passed Hammerfest Church, with its distinctive shape … mimicking the traditional fish drying racks of the region.

    (To see photos from sunny Hammerfest: https://eenusa.smugmug.com/Cruises/NoGlow/NoGlo….)
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  • The fortress Mui headed off to explore while I was at Steilneset Minnesed is considered the northernmost such facility in the world. Like me, he had to walk at a hard clip to get to the fortress as quickly as possible to make the most of his limited time there.

    The first fortification to stand at the site is thought to have been built in 1307 — some historians say 1330 — by King Haakon V Magnusson when there was a conflict with the Republic of Novgorod. The current fortress, shaped like an 8-pointed star, is not nearly as old. It dates back to 1738. The buildings within the fortifications were built later … in 1825.

    The fortress lost its military significance in the 1900s, but was maintained as an operating facility until 1950. Today it is a “flag/salute fortress … meaning that the flag flies over the fortress every day, and canons fire salutes on designated holidays as well as on royal birthdays.

    When we met up at the ship again, Mui said that he enjoyed the fortress … even went outside to the moat and climbed the defensive wall for some photos.

    A rushed but very enjoyable port of call … all the more so because the sun was shining bright.
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  • We had 55 minutes — make that 45 minutes with the 10-minute all aboard deadline — to see what Vardø offered … the town itself, a fortress, and a memorial site.

    I wanted to see it all. But of course that was not possible in the allotted time. Not to the degree that we could do them justice anyway. So, Mui and I decided to split and conquer. He would go to the fortress … I would go to the memorial.

    Even with this plan, we had to walk at a hard clip to complete our visits. Luckily, the route to get to both was clearly signed, so we managed to find the places easily enough … even if there was some huffing and puffing where the streets suddenly developed a bit of an incline.

    “Minnested” is a Norwegian word that translates as a place of remembrance/commemmoration. In this case, Steilneset Minnested is a place of remembrance for the people who were accused, tried, and killed during the witch hunts between 1600 and 1692. In total, there were 111 women and 24 men who were prosecuted … most living in Vardø, Vadsø, and other nearby towns. Of these people, 91 were executed … 77 women and 14 men. Of them, 25 were Sámi; the rest were Norwegian.

    One of the ‘tests’ to determine whether a person was a witch involved throwing the accused into the sea with their hands and feet tied. You see, water being considered a sacred element, was believed would repel evil … thus the ‘guilty’ would rise to the surface and float, while the ‘innocent’ would sink. Court records show that a third of all who were executed were submitted to this ‘test’ — torture, really — and each and every one of them floated … sealing their fate.

    Eastern Finnmark burned more”witches” at the stake than anywhere else in Norway. The memorial was erected near the place that is presumed to be the site of the executions. Consisting of a 442-foot (135m) long memorial hall and a glass pavilion, the memorial was unveiled by Queen Sonja of Norway in 2011.

    When I first saw the memorial, I thought it was meant to represent a stake that had been razed. I later read that its shape is inspired by the traditional racks used to dry fish in the region. The structure within the frame is made of fabric. Inside the hall, the walls on either side of the narrow corridor are lined with panels of text … one for each person accused of witchcraft and sentenced to death. The texts, as I understand it, were taken from court records. ( I transcribed two of them for legibility to share in this footprint.)

    I almost skipped the glass pavilion, fearing that I would be late returning to the ship. But decided to double-time it instead … so glad I did. Within the glass cube is an installation named “The Damned, the Possessed, and the Beloved.” It consists of a metal chair with flames coming out of the seat … a ring surrounds it. The flames are reflected in seven oval mirrors … like so many judges circling the condemned.

    A well thought out memorial and thought provoking. I would like to have spent more time there, but the ship beckoned.

    Walking back at a steady clip, I couldn’t resist a few photo ops along the way. But mostly I was focused on getting back before the ship sailed … which I did … with about five minutes to spare!
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