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- tirsdag den 18. november 2025 kl. 15.24
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UngarnBudapest47°31’8” N 19°4’53” E
Day 13 Swept into the Szechenyi Circle
18. november, Ungarn ⋅ ☀️ 45 °F
Today we ventured out on our own to Széchenyi, the famous thermal bath house in Budapest. Donna wasn’t too keen on the idea of “just sitting in a hot tub,” but she humored me for this one. We called an Uber, and about fifteen minutes later we pulled up to this enormous yellow palace of a place.
Széchenyi is one of the largest thermal baths in Europe. Built in 1913 and fed by natural hot springs beneath Budapest, it’s been a place for locals and travelers to unwind for more than a century.
Inside, we were greeted by a woman who walked us through the options — and somehow she and Donna instantly bonded over the Savannah Bananas. I still don’t understand how baseball entered the conversation, but they were laughing like old friends.
We chose the private package, which included fruit cups, cocktails, tea, access to the private arboretum, and a six o’clock couples massage. It also came with a private cabin — a small changing room with a wristband key entry, a locker, and a safe so we could secure our valuables. Everything felt simple, clean, and exactly what two travelers needed.
Once we changed into our robes, we headed straight outside.
The Outdoor Pools
The main outdoor pool is massive, steaming in the cold air, surrounded by that iconic yellow Neo-Baroque architecture. One pool had concentric circles — a kind of human roundabout. Everyone was walking in a giant loop, and once we stepped in, we were instantly swept into the current. You can’t help but smile and laugh as you spin around with strangers from all over the world.
Indoor Pools
After the outdoor whirlpool fun, we ventured inside. Warm, echoing rooms with stone columns, high ceilings, and mineral-rich water that felt like something out of ancient Rome. For a moment, it really did feel like we were living in the time of Caesar.
And what struck me most was the lack of judgment. I’m a large man and could easily lose forty or fifty pounds. But none of that mattered. Every body type was represented. Nobody was performing. Nobody was trying to look perfect. We were all just humans soaking, relaxing, and enjoying the moment.
Fruit, Cocktails & Quiet
Eventually we made our way into the private arboretum — quiet, warm, peaceful. We sat with our fruit, cocktails, and tea, letting the afternoon drift a little slower. A soft pause before the next part of the day.
The Massage
After our drinks we made our way to the massage meeting location. A staff member led us down hallways that felt like a cross between a church and a palace — high ceilings, ornate details, the kind of place you usually only see in movies.
We waited in a luxurious hallway until our masseuses arrived and greeted us warmly.
Then we drifted away for 45 minutes of heaven.
Traveling is wonderful — but it’s also hard work. We needed this moment.
More Explorations
After our massages we still had time to explore the steam rooms, the cold plunge, the salt inhalation room, and more indoor pools. This place is huge — so huge that I actually got lost. Donna later told me she saw me walk past the same set of glass doors three different times before I finally went through them.
Returning Home to the Rinda
We finally closed the place down a little before 8:00 PM. Our Uber ride back was a story in itself — but we made it to the Rinda just as people were finishing dinner.
We assumed the kitchen was closed. Teo and Yuri greeted us warmly, and we asked if they had anything simple — maybe soup and bread. Daniel, the maître d’, noticed us and gave us a look that said, “Don’t worry.”
A few minutes later, out came a full main course.
This is why people cruise on Viking.
We had a lovely day at the spa, and when we returned to our Rinda home, our Viking family wrapped us back in comfort. The next morning we stayed on board — blogging, relaxing, letting yesterday’s warmth settle into our bones. After lunch, we’ll wander the market. We’ve got time today — just be back by 9:30 PM.Læs mere
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- tirsdag den 18. november 2025 kl. 09.22
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UngarnBudapest47°30’23” N 19°4’23” E
Day 13 Panoramic Budapest
18. november, Ungarn ⋅ ☀️ 41 °F
So! The word “Panoramic” is a Viking code word.
Translation: Bus ride - A comfortable, camera-ready, keep-your-eyes-open bus ride.
This morning we looped through Budapest while our guide delivered a steady stream of history, legends, architecture, politics, and personal stories. And truly… sometimes these talks are absolutely engaging — you learn things you never knew you wanted to know. Other times, I listen with one ear while the other ear drifts into the city passing by my window.
Because once I sit on that bus, something switches on inside me. I slip into what I call “Out the Bus Window” mode.
There’s a magic to it — the world rushing by, reflections sliding across the glass, colors stretching and bending as the city moves around you. You never know what you’re going to catch: a couple crossing the street, a woman holding flowers, a tram rattling past, an unexpected piece of street art, or a building façade glowing in the right patch of sunlight for one perfect second.
Budapest is generous to photographers — even when seen at 30 miles per hour through a streaky window.
The city unfolded before us like a moving gallery:
• grand boulevards lined with ornate architecture
• painted facades and rooftops softened by age
• the randomness of city life — people hurrying, lingering, laughing
• flashes of color, texture, and shadow
• statues rising out of nowhere
•and that unmistakable Budapest charm that feels both historic and completely alive
One moment the light is warm and golden.
Two blocks later, clouds shift and the whole city turns cool and moody. It’s like watching a painter change moods mid-brushstroke.
I found myself thinking — maybe there is a publishable book in all of this one day.
Out the Bus Window: A Traveler’s Glimpses of the World - Who knows.
For now, enjoy this small collection of still moments captured from a moving seat. Budapest gave me more than I expected today — color, motion, life, and little surprises that only exist for a heartbeat before disappearing around the next corner.
Sometimes the best views aren’t the ones you stop for.
They’re the ones that rush right past — and somehow you still manage to catch them. I forget the country I was in. I saw a woman in a hair salon - I was holding my camera - we made eye contact - I took the picture as she closed the door. Most of the times an old man might smile at me - or - the kids are the best waving and smiling wanting to be captured in the moment.
I hope you enjoy this brief bus ride with me.
#Budapest #Hungary #OutTheBusWindow #PanoramicTour #VikingRinda #TravelJournal #StreetScenes #SimplyStreet #TravelPhotography #EasternEuropeanRiverCruise #LearningToSee #StoryInEveryStep #CityLife #MotionBlurMagic #ThroughTheGlassLæs mere
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- mandag den 17. november 2025 kl. 10.57
- ⛅ 61 °F
- Højde: 538 ft
UngarnPécs46°4’35” N 18°13’48” E
Day 12 Quiet Streets and Good Company
17. november, Ungarn ⋅ ⛅ 61 °F
This morning the Rinda was securely docked on the Danube River in Hungary. I still shake my head in disbelief that Donna and I are actually traveling on the Danube — a river I read about in grade school, never imagining I’d be drifting along it one day.
We headed into Pec’s District, Hungary, for the included tour. Honestly, for the most part we’ve really enjoyed these included excursions. The guides are local, friendly, and deeply knowledgeable. And they don’t sugarcoat anything — culture, politics, past turmoil, recent turmoil… we’ve heard real stories from real people whose countries have lived through more than most of us can imagine.
In Pécs, our guide took us on a brief walk around the city — I’ll save those photos for another post — and then gave us a meeting point with an hour of free time.
Perfect.
We love using that time to find a café tucked away from the crowds, the kind of place that feels like a locals’ hangout. You know… far from those damn tourists!
I think we took a left, then a right, and found Café Frei — quiet, simple, nondescript. We peeked in. Success! No one with a QuietVox dangling around their neck.
The young man and woman behind the counter were warm and welcoming. I ordered a cappuccino; Donna had tea. We shared a slice of rich chocolate cake that felt like it had been waiting just for us.
Then it happened…
You guessed it. Familiar faces from the Rinda found our hideaway. Faces we now happily call our friends — our Rinda family. Barry and Melody slid into the table next to us. It was perfect. We’ve really enjoyed our meals, conversations, and quiet moments with them throughout this journey.
And out the window?
No surprise at all — there were Adrian and Robbie, chatting with a local woman who was out walking her tiny dog. Moments like this make the world feel small, warm, and beautifully connected.Læs mere
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UngarnMohács45°59’48” N 18°40’16” E
Day 12 Pecs: Stone, Time, Perspective
17. november, Ungarn ⋅ ☁️ 54 °F
Today we spent time in Pécs, Hungary — a city layered with Roman ruins, Ottoman history, and the kind of architecture that makes you tilt your head back and whisper “wow” under your breath.
We visited the Cathedral of St. Peter & St. Paul, and the moment I stepped inside I felt swallowed by color, pattern, stone, and history. Every surface — the walls, the ceiling, the carved columns — seems to hum with stories. I kept photographing the details: the gold trim, the star-covered arches, the painted saints, the geometry of it all. It’s overwhelming in the best way.
This whole area sits atop some of the most important early Christian burial sites in Europe — 4th-century Roman graves, tombs, and frescoed chambers preserved under glass. Walking through those ruins, looking at the old stone walls shaped by hands long gone, you can almost feel the weight of time pressing upward through the earth. People lived, worshipped, grieved, and buried their loved ones here 1,600 years ago… and the echoes still remain.
Outside, we came across another kind of human expression — the “love locks.” Entire metal structures filled with thousands of padlocks clipped on by couples over the years. Most of them are rusty now… weathered, faded, forgotten by the people who once locked them here with a promise. A few are bright and new. A strange, beautiful, messy monument to human connection. I found them oddly moving — just piles and piles of stories left behind.
But inside the cathedral, something small caught my attention.
While sitting quietly in one of the side chapels, letting the space settle around me, I looked down… and there was my sneaker resting on the footrest hidden beneath all the grand architecture. A dusty, well-worn traveler’s shoe in a cathedral that has seen centuries of footsteps before mine.
For just a moment it stopped me.
How many people have sat exactly here — pilgrims, tourists, locals, monks — placing their feet on that same worn beam, each carrying their own story, worries, hopes, losses? How many paused here to think about where they were in their life?
And here I am, just another person drifting through. Small. Temporary. Wondering about my own path while surrounded by a building that has stood for over a thousand years, sitting on top of ruins that are even older.
We are so small.
This universe is so impossibly large.
And somehow, these quiet moments remind me that both truths can exist side by side.
#Pecs #Hungary #StPeterAndStPaulCathedral #EarlyChristianTombs #RomanRuins #UNESCOWorldHeritage #LoveLocks #TravelJournal #VikingRinda #SimplyStreet #LearningToSee #TravelWithDonna #StoryInEveryStep #QuietMoments #HumanHistoryLæs mere

RejsendeThe stone, carvings, colors, and architecture speak of a time when quality and care existed, where much more had meaning and symbolism, and where today words can't express the impact and wonder they create in us while we take a moment to stop and take it all in. The images in these photos are absolutely incredible. Now I too am wondering, who's foot could have been there before you, just taking a moment, and taking it all in or pondering their lives.
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- søndag den 16. november 2025 kl. 10.18
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- Højde: 272 ft
KroatienIlok45°13’47” N 19°22’47” E
Day 11 Exploring Ilok a Quiet Town
16. november, Kroatien ⋅ ☁️ 59 °F
We only had a short time in Ilok — a gentle walk from the Rinda into town. It was Sunday, everything was closed, and many of the shops stood abandoned and worn. As you flip through these images, I tried to capture the quietness of the village streets. These charming river towns often blur together — everyone ends up with three or four or ten shots of “Main Street Ilok.”
But the images that mattered to me were found off to the side. A broken window. A building softened and saddened by the elements. An empty ice-cream shop. A closed cinema with a “For Sale” sign, waiting for someone to care again. As I wandered, I caught myself daydreaming: could I come back here someday and help revive this little village? Renovate the cinema, open a cozy café, set up a small Bed & Breakfast. And yes — an art gallery, of course. A bright little space where Viking guests could wander in and discover my paintings and photography. And naturally, I’d ship everything home for them so nothing would need to be squeezed into a suitcase.
Somewhere along the way, Donna and I completely missed the pillbox tucked beside a home near the entrance of the village. Fellow passenger “Tall Terry” told us to go back and take a look — so we did. And standing in front of that concrete bunker, something shifted. On this trip, we’ve visited so many museums, hearing story after story of war, loss, and endurance. Eastern Europe has been pushed, pulled, conquered, and reclaimed more times than seems fair.
People here have too often been pawns on a giant chess board, while those in power chase the same ruthless goal — to control more squares, more borders, more land on the Monopoly board.
But this pillbox wasn’t behind glass. It wasn’t a curated exhibit with explanatory panels. It was real. It was lived. It meant fear… and for some, death. This wasn’t a statue or a memorial — this was somebody’s reality. And it still sits there, half-hidden beside an ordinary home, silently reminding anyone who cares enough to stop.
Up on the hill behind town stands Ilok’s castle — a beautiful and complicated landmark with centuries of history stacked beneath its stones. The original medieval fortress here dates back to the 1400s, built by Nikola Iločki, a powerful Croatian noble who was once even crowned King of Bosnia. Later, after wars and shifting empires, the Habsburg Emperor Leopold I granted the castle to the Italian Odescalchi family in 1697 as thanks for their help against the Ottomans. They reshaped it into a Baroque-Classicist residence, and beneath it developed wine cellars that still anchor Ilok’s winemaking tradition today.
That’s the thing about Ilok — everything here sits on layers. Ancient history. Ottoman invasions. Habsburg barons. Wars of the 20th century. And now a quiet town trying to find its footing.
Walking its streets, looking into abandoned storefronts, photographing the edges instead of the postcard views — it changed the way I saw this place. There’s beauty here. Not polished. Not staged. But honest. Real.
And somehow… that feels worth remembering.
#Ilok #Croatia #DanubeRiver #EasternEuropeanRiverCruise #VikingRinda #TravelJournal #SimplyStreet #PhotographyJourney #HiddenEurope #IlokCastle #OdescalchiCastle #TravelWithDonna #LearningToSee #StoryInEveryStep #HistoricIlokLæs mere

RejsendeI love the black and white pictures! I wondered about demographics of residents, e.g., are there enough children to have a school, employment opportunities, etc. Thank you for sharing your pictures and thoughts!

RejsendeIn this particular village - it was very small. We did see some children’s play sets in a couple of backyards. And really didn’t have time to explore everywhere …. There was more houses up the hill and possibly more daily life.
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KroatienIlok45°13’52” N 19°22’48” E
Day 11 A Sketch Accross Borders
16. november, Kroatien ⋅ ⛅ 50 °F
Most mornings I slip out of the room while Donna sleeps in. A cappuccino, a croissant, and my tiny sketch pad — that’s my little ritual. By the time I reached the lounge, a couple of early risers had already claimed their “morning wombs.” I settled into mine.
We were in Ilok, Croatia.
Across from me sat a stout gentleman with official-looking paperwork neatly spread out in front of him. We exchanged a polite “good morning.” His presence felt steady, focused — the kind of quiet confidence that comes from years of doing an important job. I had a suspicion he was part of the border police who would soon be reviewing and stamping our passports before we left Croatia.
A few sips into my cappuccino, I pulled out my sketch pad. I tried to be subtle — looking around him but also looking at him.
Short hair. Heavy workman pants — almost green-jeans. A sweater with reinforced shoulders, almost military but not quite. He studied his documents with a seriousness that left an impression.
I drew lightly, quickly, just capturing what I saw.
A while later he gathered his things. We nodded our “good days.” Donna appeared to take me to breakfast. As I stood, I tore the sketch out and left it on the table beside his notebooks and satchel. I knew he’d be back.
After breakfast, Donna headed to our room, and I returned to the lounge. My quiet friend had returned — now joined by two comrades.
As soon as I sat down he looked up, genuinely moved.
“Thank you for the drawing,” he said. “In ten years on the job, nobody has ever done such a thing for me.”
He asked for my room number.
“307.”
“I will give you a gift to your room,” he said.
I smiled. “Thank you.”
Our day moved on. Donna and I explored the small village of Ilok, then the Rinda continued toward Vukovar. My quiet friend most likely returned to his duties.
After our bus excursion and dinner, we walked back to our room — and there it was: a small package resting on our bed.
Donna was puzzled; she had no idea what happened that morning. I didn’t know exactly what was inside either, but I knew the heart behind it — a simple, sincere thank-you.
Inside were two small jewelry boxes addressed to both of us — pins of the iconic water tower destroyed during the war, a symbol of Croatian resilience. And tucked beside them were two small sketchbooks: pocket-sized, bright white, smooth paper — even nicer than the little book I brought with me.
I couldn’t help but smile.
We brightened each other’s day, two strangers sharing a small moment of kindness across a sketchpad and a border table. Maybe that drawing is now pinned to a bulletin board near his desk. And my new sketchbook? It’s already in my pocket — waiting to capture the next moment in time.
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- lørdag den 15. november 2025 kl. 15.58
- ☁️ 57 °F
- Højde: 262 ft
SerbienNovi Sad45°15’23” N 19°51’11” E
Day 10 Novi Sad The Weight of History
15. november, Serbien ⋅ ☁️ 57 °F
Walking back to the ship this afternoon, Donna and I decided to step into the Museum of Contemporary Art Vojvodina. At the entrance, a kind gentleman greeted us and explained the layout — a Chinese exhibition on the lower level and two exhibits upstairs. There are no permanent collections here. The space felt stark, almost bare. When I hear “contemporary art,” I expect bold statements, big gestures, something that pushes at least a little. But what we encountered was quieter… and, in its own way, heavier.
Upstairs, one of the displays was titled “Invisible Fronts – World War I and Vojvodina.”
It explored the often-overlooked role this region played during the First World War. Positioned at the crossroads of empires, Vojvodina became a landscape of shifting borders, divided loyalties, and quiet acts of resistance. While the major battles raged elsewhere, the people here endured political pressure, conscription, cultural suppression, and the silent hardships of life behind the front lines — the kind of war that doesn’t make headlines but shapes generations.
Many of the countries and cities we’ve visited on this journey document the atrocities of war, but this exhibit held us in place. The gas mask. The sculpture of a young child being carried. A suffering dog. Horses rearing in panic. A German SS uniform. Even in a museum setting, these reminders of fear, oppression, and human vulnerability shake something deep.
I graduated high school in 1974. The draft had been cancelled; I didn’t have to go to Vietnam. To those who served, to those who went to war — thank you. I can only imagine the memories you still carry, the images that follow you long after you’ve come home. The horrors we see in a museum are only shadows of what you witnessed in real time.
As Americans, we have been sheltered from so much of the devastation European countries endured on their own soil. The closest we have come is Pearl Harbor and 9/11 — tragedies, yes, but brief moments compared to decades of suffering here.
The other upstairs display moved me even more:
“Victory Belongs to Women: Women of Vojvodina in the Struggle Against Fascism.”
This exhibit honors the bravery of the women who resisted occupation, carried intelligence across borders, sheltered fighters, and in many cases took up arms themselves. Figures like Lepa Radić, executed at just 17 for refusing to betray her comrades, and countless others whose names echo through this region’s history, stood as symbols of courage far beyond their years. It’s a reminder that war is not only fought by armies; it is shaped by the quiet, determined strength of women who refused to let their homeland fall without a fight.
At dinner, I asked Donna what she thought. She said these women were successful because women are often not seen. They could move quietly, unnoticed, dismissed — and use that invisibility to save lives.
Who decided men were in charge anyway?
Oh, right. A man.
As we left the museum, we were both silent.
Not the heavy silence of sorrow, but the reflective kind — the kind that settles into your bones and asks you to notice how fortunate you are, how fragile peace can be, and how much courage exists in ordinary people. We walked back toward the ship without many words, letting the weight of history sit with us for a while.
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- lørdag den 15. november 2025 kl. 15.09
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SerbienNovi Sad45°15’24” N 19°50’54” E
Day 10 Was this a set up?
15. november, Serbien ⋅ ☁️ 59 °F
Early on this trip Donna informed me she didn’t bring any earrings.
“She forgot?” Hmmm.
All women with pierced ears know the rule — if you don’t keep something in there, those holes can close up. So after lunch aboard the Rinda we wandered back into Novi Sad, following Donna’s memory of an H&M. Maybe they’d have something inexpensive. But gentlemen… as you know, zinc won’t do. The earrings need to be pure stainless steel or better. H&M didn’t have anything close.
So the search continued.
Tucked quietly into the corner of a side street was a small jewelry shop — “Bata” You had to be buzzed in. Inside, a sweet older woman and her daughter ran the place. It felt like we had stepped into a secret hideaway where only the locals with long-standing trust were welcomed.
Donna told them what she was looking for.
A small case appeared from behind the counter, which was behind the other counter. Layers of security. But our eyes landed on the same pair at the same time: a stunning blue set of earrings with a tricky little latch.
With a bit of help, Donna got them in.
And wow… they looked amazing.
Then came the magic question: “How much are they?” Followed by the American traveler’s follow-up question: “And how much is that in U.S. dollars?”
The shopkeeper did not quote a number.
She placed the earrings on a scale.
My stomach tightened.
No price tag. No label. Just a weight.
This can’t be good!
Donna gave me that gracious look — the one that says, “These might be more than we planned to spend,” but also the one that says, “I love them.”
She tried on a couple of other pairs that were less money, but they didn’t have the radiance my wife deserves. So we thanked the ladies, stepped out of the little jewelry nook, and kept browsing.
We did find another store… but nothing compared to those blue earrings at Bata.
Leaving the second shop a bit deflated, I turned to Donna. “Did you really like the blue ones?” She did.
Honestly… so did I.
“Let’s go back and get them.”
They looked beautiful on her. And now she has a memory from Novi Sad — a story from our Eastern Europe River Cruise she can smile about every time she puts them on, as well as, be reminded just how wonderful a husband I am (or at least can be on good days.)
For me, it was one of those moments I didn’t want to regret. You know how it goes:
“Oh, I wish I’d bought you those blue earrings in Novi Sad.”
And guys, let’s be honest:
Happy wife, happy life.
Gentlemen, again I ask … was this a setup?
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- lørdag den 15. november 2025 kl. 10.37
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SerbienNovi Sad45°15’18” N 19°50’43” E
Day 10 In Trg Slobode, Novi Sad
15. november, Serbien ⋅ ⛅ 57 °F
This afternoon Donna and I wandered into Trg Slobode, the main square of Novi Sad — a space that feels both grand and intimate at the same time. The cathedral rises like a sentinel, its tall spire reaching into a sky brushed with soft autumn light. People drift through the square with an ease that only comes from living in a place shaped by history, faith, and the quiet rhythm of everyday life.
On a simple wooden bench, I saw a holy man sitting in stillness — hands folded, robe resting gently, a cross catching the light. There was a young man with him who spoke English, so I asked if I could make a few photographs. He nodded with a calm, gentle smile that needed no translation.
Looking through the lens, something shifted for me. Not in a heavy, dramatic way — but in a human way.
Serbia carries a deep spiritual thread woven through its people, its stones, its squares, its stories. You feel it in the churches, yes… but also in the faces, the gestures, the way strangers sit quietly in public spaces without the need to fill the air with noise.
And whether a person believes, questions, doubts, or simply wonders — moments like this transcend all of that. There is something universal about a human being at rest, folded hands, the weight of a lifetime carried with grace. Something about presence. Something about quiet.
I’m not Serbian. I’m not Orthodox. But sitting there, camera in hand, I couldn’t help but feel the peace radiating from him. A peace you can borrow for a moment, even as a traveler passing through.
For those who believe, these images may stir the familiar comfort of faith.
For those who don’t, maybe they invite a pause — a breath — an inner reflection about what grounds you, what steadies you, what brings you closer to your best self.
For me, it was a reminder that even far from home, the world has a way of holding us — gently, unexpectedly — right in the middle of a bustling square.
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SerbienNovi Sad45°15’26” N 19°51’5” E
Day 10 We really like Novi Sad
15. november, Serbien ⋅ ☀️ 57 °F
Before today, Donna and I didn’t even know Novi Sad existed. By late afternoon… we were already talking about how much we’d like to come back.
This little city on the Danube surprised us — not in a loud, showy way — but in that quiet, steady way a place reveals itself when you walk its streets with curiosity.
Novi Sad is clean, warm, lived-in, and clearly loved by the people who call it home. And on a Saturday, the families were out — kids bundled up, parents strolling slowly, vendors grilling chestnuts, the whole city breathing in a soft, easy rhythm.
We wandered the market first — crates overflowing with bright red radishes, crisp greens, plump tomatoes, squash sliced open like orange lanterns. Everything felt fresh, vibrant, alive. My color lens was thrilled. Then my black-and-white lens stepped in and picked up the human side: textures, hands, faces, stories.
The alleys here… some are worn, a bit rough around the edges, peeling paint, graffiti, old doors patched and repatched. But I’ve learned those are the places where the best photographs live. An elderly woman with a cane walked through one of those narrow passages — the kind of moment you don’t stage, the kind you’re grateful to witness.
Then the charm:
A cat sunning itself outside a flower shop.
A man roasting chestnuts on a portable grill, completely in his element. A toddler in a stroller wide-eyed at the world around him.
A woman leaning out her window, watching all of us pass by as if guarding her corner of the square.
We stood on the banks of the Danube, looking at the Rinda resting quietly against the shore, the white bridge arching perfectly across the water. The reflection was glass-smooth — a full mirror image. One of those moments where the universe aligns just right.
A little history for context: Novi Sad is Serbia’s second-largest city, often called the “Serbian Athens” because of its long tradition of art, literature, and culture. It has been shaped — and reshaped — by empires, wars, and reinvention. And yet what you feel walking its streets is simple kindness, openness, and the gentle heartbeat of everyday life.
Donna and I came here with no expectations. We left with full hearts and beautiful memories.
Novi Sad — we really like you. And we won’t forget you.
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- lørdag den 15. november 2025 kl. 08.36
- ☀️ 50 °F
- Højde: 305 ft
SerbienNovi Sad45°15’29” N 19°51’20” E
Day 10 Meet Teo, Yuri, and Fred
15. november, Serbien ⋅ ☀️ 50 °F
I am certain I could never work for Viking Cruise Line. Why, you ask? First, I couldn’t be that nice to so many people for so long. Viking staff greet every guest with a warm smile, a genuine welcome, and somehow keep that going day after day. That’s… not me.
Second, I simply don’t have the energy. These folks are up at least an hour before the restaurant opens, and Yuri and Teo rotate their shifts so one sets up early and the other jumps in an hour later. Then they switch. Breakfast to lunch to afternoon service — it never stops. Once they finish busing and setting up for one meal, they get a small break and then do it all over again. Like I said… I don’t work this hard.
And yet, they do all of it with a smile — every single time. By 10 PM they’re in bed so they can do it all again the next day.
I watch them. Their eyes move left to right across the restaurant like the red light on “KITT,” the car from the old show Knight Rider. A woman struggles to cut a piece of bread — and from across the room one of them swoops in to help before she even asks. They see everything.
Yuri, Fred, and Teo are constantly in motion, clearing tables, topping off coffee or wine, anticipating needs before we even think of them. Donna and I genuinely enjoy meeting these new friends. Yes, they are doing their jobs — but ask a couple of questions, slow down for just a moment, and a very real human being emerges from behind the coffee pot.
Yuri:
Yuri was the first person we met on the ship, and he welcomed us with a bottle of Tomasi Pinot Grigio — our favorite wine. In that moment we knew we were home.
He’s from the Philippines, has been with Viking for 10 years, and holds a Bachelor of Science in Hotel & Restaurant Management. He’s single — and honestly would be a great catch for the right gal.
What really surprised me is that he’s an investor. A thoughtful one. He takes his market gains and rolls them into real estate. Smart. Disciplined. You can’t help but be drawn to his enthusiasm for life — and that smile.
Fred:
Okay, we have a secret signal at dinnertime when dessert arrives. Fred taps his wrist like he’s checking a watch… I give a slight nod or wink… and moments later a double Baileys on the rocks materializes right in front of me.
Fred is also from the Philippines, married with two children, and has a degree in Computer Science. He’s been with Viking for 10 years. When he’s home, he loves driving — I imagine a lot of joyful family outings when Dad is back from a segment.
Teo:
Teo is the Energizer Bunny on steroids. She’s from Romania, educated in tourism, and previously worked on another cruise line. She’s been with Viking for about a year — and if she seems to smile even more than usual, it might be because she’s newly married… one month! She met her true love on another ship, and now they both work aboard the Rinda.
When she’s not gracefully taking care of us, she’s outdoors adventuring, traveling, and even bungee jumping. That tracks.
Those of us who have traveled with Viking before know this: a large part of what we pay for is the feeling of being welcomed into the Viking family. You feel cared for. You feel seen. It’s a kind of graciousness that goes far beyond service.
Like I said at the beginning of this post — I could never do their jobs. They would absolutely fire me. But Donna and I deeply appreciate the care we receive on our floating home. Getting to know members of the staff reminds us just how small our world truly is… and how precious each of us really are.
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- Dag 9
- fredag den 14. november 2025 kl. 11.41
- ☀️ 57 °F
- Højde: 413 ft
SerbienCity of Belgrade44°47’52” N 20°28’3” E
Day 09 Stillness Beneath the Dome
14. november, Serbien ⋅ ☀️ 57 °F
Today’s included excursion brought us to the magnificent Church of Saint Sava in Belgrade. They say we shouldn’t talk about religion or politics—yet here we are, standing inside one of the most powerful expressions of faith in Serbia. And honestly, once you step through the doors, you understand why travelers keep walking into churches wherever we go.
The Church of Saint Sava is impossible to ignore. Its enormous white marble exterior rises over the city, built on the very spot where the Ottomans burned the relics of Saint Sava—the first Archbishop of the Serbian Orthodox Church and one of the most important cultural figures in the country’s history. The church itself has taken decades to build; construction began in 1935 and has stopped and restarted through wars, changing governments, and shifting priorities. Even now, the interior mosaics—some of the largest in the world—continue to be installed piece by piece.
Inside, the atmosphere softens. We watched locals line up quietly to have images of saints blessed—a simple ritual that somehow carries centuries of meaning. The echo of footsteps, the shimmer of gold tiles catching the light, the sense of being held inside something far bigger than yourself… it all invites a moment of pause.
Whenever we step into places like this, Donna and I find ourselves reflecting on our own beliefs. These houses of worship—no matter the faith—always nudge me back to humility. I’m reminded how limitless the universe is, how small I often feel, and yet how astonishing it is that you and I are part of this vast mystery. I don’t claim to know what truth is—but I’m continually in awe that we get to exist at all, spinning on this fragile blue planet we call home.
A brief stop on an excursion, a quiet moment under a dome, and a chance to feel the weight and wonder of being alive. Sometimes that’s all you need.
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- fredag den 14. november 2025 kl. 10.50
- ⛅ 52 °F
- Højde: 417 ft
SerbienCity of Belgrade44°49’10” N 20°27’9” E
Day 09 A little Belgrade drama
14. november, Serbien ⋅ ⛅ 52 °F
As we were heading back to the tour bus we stumbled onto a moment of pure Belgrade street theater. A young female police officer was laying into a delivery driver who had squeezed his truck halfway onto the sidewalk and right up against our bus. You could see the whole situation written across their expressions—he was just trying to do his job, and she was absolutely determined to do hers.
We didn’t understand a word of the exchange, but honestly, we didn’t need to. Tone, posture, and attitude translate into every language. The officer had that crisp, no-nonsense stance - she was mad; the driver had the universal “Really? Do we have to do this right now?” shrug. It was a perfect little scene unfolding fifteen feet from us.
After a few more rounds of back-and-forth, something shifted. Her stern look softened, his shoulders relaxed, and somehow—miraculously—the ticket vanished. No fine. No paperwork. Just two people navigating the dance of city life, each trying to get through their day.
It lasted maybe three to five minutes. But it was a front-row glimpse into the heartbeat of Belgrade—direct, human, and full of character. A tiny unscripted moment that ends up being far more memorable than anything on the official itinerary.
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- fredag den 14. november 2025 kl. 10.10
- ⛅ 50 °F
- Højde: 427 ft
SerbienCity of Belgrade44°49’9” N 20°27’15” E
Day 09 - A Belgrade Pause
14. november, Serbien ⋅ ⛅ 50 °F
This morning in Belgrade we took the included walking tour, winding through the city’s historic center. After about an hour or so on our feet, Donna and I quietly slipped away from the group and asked our guide where we might find a real locals’ café—someplace not on any tourist trail.
She pointed us toward Kapetepnja, a spot she described simply as “where we go.” That was all the invitation we needed.
Inside, we were the only tourists in the place. The building once housed a department store, and you can still feel that old-world grandeur—high ceilings, wide open space, and a touch of early-20th-century charm. Now it’s a warm, lived-in hangout where people settle in for slow afternoons with coffee, pastries, and friends.
Donna and I shared a slice of carrot cake, and I ordered a cappuccino, Donna had green tea. The real joy, though, was watching the staff laugh with each other, teasing back and forth with that familiar ease that comes from years of shared shifts and shared stories.
Belgrade is a city built in layers—Roman roots, Ottoman touches, and Austro-Hungarian architecture all overlapping. Even in a café like this, you feel that cultural blend humming in the background.
One detail made us smile: on the table sat a little chewing-gum disposal kit—something we’ve never seen before. Such a small thing, but it speaks volumes about the thoughtful routines of daily life here. I’ve included a couple of photos.
For 30 or 40 minutes, we turned off our QuietVox, stepped out of “tour mode,” and let the room simply unfold around us. No script, no schedule—just the city revealing itself in its own quiet way.
As we walked back out into the street, both of us knew: this is one of those small, unscripted moments you treasure. Not part of the excursion list… but absolutely part of the journey.
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- Dag 9
- fredag den 14. november 2025 kl. 08.19
- ☁️ 41 °F
- Højde: 194 ft
SerbienCity of Belgrade44°49’3” N 20°26’57” E
Day 09 Belgrade in Tri-X
14. november, Serbien ⋅ ☁️ 41 °F
Throughout my high school and early college years, I kept a darkroom in my bedroom or should I say I kept my bed in my darkroom? While other kids filled their rooms with posters, I filled mine with the smell of fixer and the soft drip of drying prints. My dad’s rangefinder was always around my neck, and for a long stretch of my life, the world existed only in black and white. Light and shadow. Shape and truth. Nothing extra.
Some ways of seeing the world never leave you.
So while Belgrade dazzles with cafés, colors, and the grandeur of its churches, what I really see comes alive only when I strip the world back to Tri-X tones. That gritty honesty. The beautiful imperfections. The texture of a city revealing itself without the distraction of color.
In these images you’ll find the real Belgrade as it appeared to me: the man resting alone on a park bench, leaning just enough to let the afternoon hold him… dog walkers being tugged in every direction like a living jazz rhythm… thick, wandering graffiti spreading across stone walls like the city’s heartbeat written in its own handwriting… and the streets themselves—cracked, textured, layered—carrying the stories of thousands of ordinary days.
Take a slow walk through these photographs. Let your eye linger on the shadows, the angles, the small human moments.
In monochrome, Belgrade feels raw, honest, and wonderfully alive—exactly the way I love to see the world.
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- Dag 8
- torsdag den 13. november 2025 kl. 17.53
- 🌙 48 °F
- Højde: 269 ft
SerbienMajdanpek Municipality44°27’50” N 22°9’7” E
Day 08 Voices of Negotin
13. november, Serbien ⋅ 🌙 48 °F
The Rinda eased into the very small town of Negotin tonight—tucked into Serbia’s eastern corner, not far from the borders with both Romania and Bulgaria. It’s a quiet place known for its wine country and for being the birthplace of Stevan Mokranjac, Serbia’s most beloved composer. A fitting detail, given how the night unfolded.
We stepped off the ship for an evening walk through the town. The first thing I noticed was the smell of wood-burning stoves drifting through the air—homes warming themselves the old-fashioned way. The scent carried a certain charm, but it was strong… and for some, a little tough to breathe.
Our path led us to the Holy Trinity Church of Negotin, where the choir gathered to sing a short concert just for us. The interior walls are alive with centuries of sacred art—icons glowing under soft light, stories of faith rendered in color and gold. When the choir began, their voices rose and filled every corner of that space. For a few moments I felt lifted—quiet, reflective—thinking about the enormity of the universe and our tiny place inside it. Music can do that.
Afterward we walked to a local school, where our guide gave us an unexpectedly fascinating crash course on the Serbian language. They use three writing systems—Cyrillic, Latin, and a specialized Serbian variation—and switch between them depending on context. My brain would melt, but they make it sound effortless.
On the way back to the ship, I ducked into a small grocery store and picked up a bottle of Serbian white wine for later. Our guide, a young woman proud of her roots, spoke openly about life here—safe streets, close-knit community, simple routines. It felt honest and unpolished in the best possible way.
Another good day. Another reminder of how much beauty lives in the quieter corners of the world.
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- torsdag den 13. november 2025 kl. 16.01
- ☀️ 52 °F
- Højde: 259 ft
SerbienMajdanpek Municipality44°28’2” N 22°9’6” E
Day 08 A Quiet Moment at the Dock
13. november, Serbien ⋅ ☀️ 52 °F
Late this afternoon, as the sun was slipping behind the hills, I wandered down to the dock where the Rinda was tied up and found two older gentlemen already deep into their day—rods out, lines in the water, completely unbothered by the flow of passengers coming and going. They stood there like fixtures of the riverbank, bundled against the chill, balanced on the crumbling concrete edge as if they’d been fishing this exact spot for decades.
One of the men suddenly leaned back, rod arched high, giving the full performance of someone landing a legendary catch. The suspense was perfect—this silhouetted figure against the soft glow of the setting sun, absolutely convinced he had a beast on the line. I stopped to watch, couldn’t help myself. And when he finally reeled it in? His “big one” turned out to be… well… modest. We all laughed—him, his friend, and me. No translation needed for that kind of shared humor.
With the Rinda reflected in the quiet water behind them and the sky fading to that soft evening silver, the whole scene felt beautifully unscripted. These are the moments that make travel feel real—little gifts that appear when you’re simply paying attention.
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- torsdag den 13. november 2025 kl. 09.30
- ⛅ 45 °F
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RumænienDrobeta-Turnu Severin44°40’32” N 22°31’50” E
Day 08 Lock at Drobeta-Turnu Severin
13. november, Rumænien ⋅ ⛅ 45 °F
Today we slipped through the locks at Drobeta-Turnu, and I’m always amazed at how quietly these huge pieces of engineering do their work. One minute you’re level with the river, the next you’re rising—or sinking—like the ship is taking a slow breath.
Standing out on deck, watching the concrete walls slide by, I felt that familiar mix of curiosity and gratitude that travel always brings out in me. The Danube was calm, the light was soft, and for a few minutes the whole ship seemed to pause with me. Moments like this remind me why I love being on the water—there’s always something happening, even when it looks like nothing at all.Læs mere
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- onsdag den 12. november 2025 kl. 19.13
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- Højde: 148 ft
BulgarienVidin43°58’59” N 22°52’33” E
Day 07 Belogradchik Fortress, Bulgaria
12. november, Bulgarien ⋅ 🌙 52 °F
We made the hour-long bus ride to the Belogradchik Fortress, tucked high in the Balkan Mountains of northwestern Bulgaria. The climb up was very steep — the kind of incline that makes you question your life choices for a minute — but absolutely doable. And once you reach the top, every treacherous step suddenly feels worth it. The views and the silence up there are something special.
The fortress itself is unlike anything I’ve seen before. Instead of being built on the rocks, it’s built into them. Massive sandstone formations rise straight out of the earth, and the fortress walls simply continue the lines of the cliffs — stone blending into stone. It feels ancient, wild, and strangely peaceful all at once.
A few bits of history to give the place some context:
The first fortifications here date back to Roman times (1st–3rd century AD).
Later, the Ottomans expanded it into one of the strongest defensive positions in the region.
It saw major action during the Serbian–Bulgarian War of 1885.
The surrounding Belogradchik Rocks are over 200 million years old, sculpted by time into towers, spires, and cliffs with almost storybook shapes.
Walking through narrow stone passages, climbing uneven steps, and standing on those high lookout points, you feel centuries under your feet. Then you look out… and there’s this endless sweep of red rock pillars, deep forests, and open sky. A breathtaking reward for the climb.
Before leaving, we picked up a bottle of Bulgarian white wine from a local vendor — a small treat to bring back onboard. That evening, we shared it with Melody & Barry over dinner, which made the day feel even more complete.
At dinner, I should note: Viking always offers a Regional Specialties Menu, and it’s usually my first choice. Why not try the flavors of wherever you are in the world? It makes each meal feel like another part of the journey.
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- tirsdag den 11. november 2025 kl. 17.02
- ☁️ 52 °F
- Højde: 610 ft
BulgarienPleven43°23’56” N 24°36’25” E
Day 06 Inside the Pleven Panorama Museum
11. november, Bulgarien ⋅ ☁️ 52 °F
This afternoon we visited the Pleven Panorama Museum, and honestly — it’s one of those places that quietly sneaks up on you. From the outside, the building looks like a giant concrete drum set in the middle of a peaceful hilltop park. But once you step through the doors, the entire story of Bulgaria’s fight for independence unfolds around you in this sweeping, emotional way that feels part museum, part time machine.
The museum was built to honor the Siege of Pleven (1877) — a turning point in the Russo-Turkish War that eventually led to Bulgaria’s freedom from nearly five centuries of Ottoman rule. Before today, “Pleven” was just a name on our itinerary. Leaving the Panorama, it felt like I understood why Bulgarians speak about this place with such pride.
The first level guides you gently into the story — artifacts from the battlefield, original uniforms, artillery shells, handwritten notes, even medical tools that make you wince just looking at them. Each display feels like a quiet whisper from someone who lived through it.
But the real magic is on the third floor — the Panorama itself.
You walk up the ramp, turn the corner… and suddenly you’re surrounded by a 360-degree battlefield painting over 300 feet long. It’s not just a painting — it’s a full immersion. The floor blends seamlessly into the canvas with real soil, broken wagon wheels, sandbags, rifles, grass, and trenches that merge with the painted world. The lighting shifts as you walk, and the soundtrack of distant cannon fire and horses pulls you deeper in.
It feels like stepping straight into 1877 — not in a violent way, but in a way that lets you feel the intensity, the bravery, and the cost. The brushwork is dramatic, full of motion and emotion. Faces of soldiers blur into smoke; sunlight breaks through clouds and highlights the chaos; and in the distance, you see the moment when the tide turned and the siege finally broke.
Standing in the middle of that circular space, Donna and I didn’t talk much. It didn’t feel like a place for chatter. It felt like a place to absorb — a place to honor the people who stood on this land long before we did.
If you ever find yourself in Bulgaria, the Pleven Panorama is one of those unexpected “wow” moments. A blend of art, history, and human resilience — all wrapped in one unforgettable room.
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- Dag 6
- tirsdag den 11. november 2025 kl. 15.39
- ☁️ 54 °F
- Højde: 312 ft
BulgarienPleven43°24’32” N 24°37’7” E
Day 06 Welcome to Pleven, Bulgaria
11. november, Bulgarien ⋅ ☁️ 54 °F
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I woke up early and shared the lounge with a few other early risers — the quiet kind of company that feels companionable without words. I had my morning cappuccino, watched the soft light drift through the fog over the Danube, and took out my sketchbook. I’ve included a quick pencil sketch from that moment — a view out the lounge window as the Rinda moved steadily upriver.
A little later, Donna made her way out from under the covers (her favorite place to be some mornings), and we headed to breakfast together. Afterwards came my first real lesson in “Washing Your Clothes on a Riverboat 101” — courtesy of Donna, my onboard laundry instructor:
Fill the bathroom sink with water.
Add a dash of Viking-provided shampoo.
Toss in socks, briefs, or whatever needs love.
Squeeze and swish while making realistic washing machine noises (very important).
Let it soak for five minutes.
Rinse until the water is mostly clear.
Squeeze out the water.
Roll everything in a towel and twist to get even more moisture out.
Hang to dry — ready by tomorrow if you’re lucky!
We’ve taken to alternating laundry days, which keeps things peaceful. Quick-dry fabrics really are worth their weight in gold. And here’s a pro tip: a Tide stain-remover pen is your best friend — especially if, like me, you occasionally wear what you eat.
After laundry duty came lunch (thankfully not cooked by me), followed by our afternoon tour of Pleven, a city with deep roots in Bulgaria’s history. Pleven became famous during the Russo-Turkish War of 1877, where the Siege of Pleven turned the tide toward Bulgaria’s eventual independence from Ottoman rule. The city is also home to the stunning Pleven Panorama, a massive circular painting and diorama that immerses visitors in that historic battle.
Today, Pleven feels both modern and proud — broad boulevards, leafy parks, and monuments that honor its resilience. Walking its streets, you can feel the layers of history beneath your feet — the same way the Danube itself carries the stories of every shore it touches.
After a visit to the Pleven Panorama Museum we made it back to the ship of an evening adult beverage. Cheers!
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- tirsdag den 11. november 2025 kl. 06.43
- 🌧 54 °F
- Højde: 154 ft
BulgarienSlivo Pole43°59’6” N 26°9’44” E
Day 06 Morning Solitude on the River
11. november, Bulgarien ⋅ 🌧 54 °F
Before sunrise aboard the Viking Rinda, I discovered a rare pocket of stillness — soft mist, the sound of the sea, and a quiet corner perfect for reflection and sketching. A peaceful moment between ports that reminded me how good solitude feels.
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This morning I woke up around 5:30 AM. Not wanting to disturb Donna’s sleep, I quietly got dressed and slipped out to the lounge. The Viking staff were already at work — busy as church mice — making sure everything was in perfect order before the travelers stirred for the day.
A few early birds were scattered around the lounge, some lost in a book, others tapping on their laptops. I grabbed a couple of cappuccinos from the coffee station and set them down at my favorite corner table. From there, I could see the faint glow of dawn stretching across the horizon.
I took out my phone and recorded a short video — the dark sky, the faint mist, the rhythmic sound of the water softly crashing against the bow of the Rinda as she glided toward our next port.
For the first time in days, I found myself alone with my thoughts. I opened my small sketchbook and began a quick pen and ink drawing of what I was seeing, what I was feeling. The quiet, the movement of the ship, the subtle hum of the engines — it all felt like meditation.
It’s peaceful this morning. No chatter, no clinking glasses, no voices competing for space. Just the sea, the ship, and me.
And for a moment, I realized how much I need this — these quiet pauses, this happy place where I can simply draw and be.
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- mandag den 10. november 2025 kl. 13.07
- ☁️ 64 °F
- Højde: 20 ft
RumænienSanatoriul Agigea44°5’60” N 28°37’33” E
Day 05 Rising Up Black Sea to Danube
10. november, Rumænien ⋅ ☁️ 64 °F
Today we transitioned from the Black Sea into the Danube River — an incredible experience to witness firsthand. I’ve always been impressed by how things work, and watching this process felt like seeing quiet engineering magic in motion.
As we entered the lock, massive concrete walls rose around us. The crew tied the ship securely to the wall, and I reached out and touched it — cool, damp, and solid as history itself. Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, the Viking Rinda began to rise. The movement was so smooth that if I hadn’t been watching the changing view, I’d have sworn we weren’t moving at all.
At one point, I looked over to see a small herd of sheep being guided down a narrow road that runs parallel to the canal — a quiet moment of rural life framed perfectly against this marvel of modern engineering. As the lock filled, we rose higher and higher until, from the top deck, we were suddenly above the land beside us.
A little factoid: the Danube–Black Sea Canal, completed in 1984, stretches roughly 40 miles (64 km) and connects the river directly to the sea — saving ships hundreds of miles on their journey. Each lock can lift vessels more than 50 feet to match the Danube’s elevation.
It’s one of those moments where technology, nature, and human ingenuity come together — silently, beautifully, and right beneath your feet.
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- mandag den 10. november 2025 kl. 08.07
- ☁️ 59 °F
- Højde: Havoverfladen
RumænienConstanța44°9’31” N 28°39’30” E
Day 05 A Quiet Morning in Constanța
10. november, Rumænien ⋅ ☁️ 59 °F
It’s Monday, November 10th — hard to believe this is already Day 5. Time is flying! The ship leaves Constanța at noon, but we decided not to venture into town on our own today. Yesterday’s walking tour gave us just the right taste of the city, and today feels like the perfect day to slow down, unwind, and simply enjoy being here.
I finally got my hot chocolate and found a cozy table in the lounge — the perfect spot to start catching up on our FindPenguins posts. Outside, a soft fog lingers over the harbor, giving everything a peaceful, dreamlike feel.
I was up early, around 7:00 AM, for breakfast, while Donna caught up a little later at 8:30. Most passengers are off exploring on their own, so we have the ship almost to ourselves. It’s quiet… calm… and just what we needed.
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- søndag den 9. november 2025 kl. 14.56
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- Højde: 118 ft
RumænienConstanța44°10’28” N 28°39’22” E
Day 04 Constanta through the Tri-X lens
9. november, Rumænien ⋅ ☁️ 64 °F
I thought it would be fun to break out the old Leica 35mm rangefinder and load up a roll of Tri-X film. Enjoy these black-and-white views of Constanța.
There’s something about shooting in monochrome that strips a place down to its essence — light, texture, and soul. Constanța, perched on the western edge of the Black Sea, is Romania’s oldest continuously inhabited city, once known as Tomis during Roman times. You can still see traces of that layered history in the weathered stone walls and arches scattered throughout the city. Ancient foundations seem to breathe just below the surface, quietly supporting the newer lives built above them.
The port terminal greeted us with bright lights and modern polish, but once outside, the story changed — cobblestone streets, fading facades, and a mix of architectural eras brushing up against each other. Here, centuries collide: Roman ruins framed by glass office windows, Ottoman doorways opening beside modern cafés. The city feels like a collage of time — the old world and the new sharing the same narrow streets.
A mosque’s minaret pierced the gray sky; Orthodox domes shimmered nearby. Street murals whispered hope against cracked plaster, and cats stood guard like sentinels of the old quarter.
One of the most photographed landmarks here is the Constanța Casino, an Art Nouveau masterpiece built in 1910 that now sits abandoned, slowly being restored. It feels like a perfect metaphor for this city — elegant, resilient, and waiting for renewal.
From Roman ruins tucked beside glass buildings to small chapels filled with candlelight, Constanța reveals a dialogue between time and endurance. The Tri-X brought out every contrast — the grit, the grace, and the timeless rhythm of life along the Black Sea.
Sometimes color distracts. Black and white lets you see.
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- søndag den 9. november 2025 kl. 12.28
- ☁️ 64 °F
- Højde: Havoverfladen
RumænienConstanța44°9’31” N 28°39’29” E
Day 04 A Toast to Home on the River
9. november, Rumænien ⋅ ☁️ 64 °F
This photo deserves its own post.
We boarded the Viking Rinda around noontime, just in time for lunch — our first meal onboard and our first real taste of ship life. The waiter offered us the house red or white, but we asked if they had a Pinot Grigio. He paused politely to confirm we had the Silver Spirits package (we do — and yes, it’s worth every penny).
A few minutes later, he returned to our table holding a bottle of Tommasi Pinot Grigio. Donna and I looked at each other and just laughed. That smile said it all — we were home.
On our World Cruise, Donna discovered Tommasi and fell in love with it. Since then, it’s become our go-to white wine — we even have it shipped to our home by the case.
So, when that familiar bottle appeared before us on our very first afternoon aboard the Rinda, it felt like a sign — a gentle reminder that Viking always takes good care of us.
We’re on our floating home once again.
I did add photos of the port outside our balcony, a selfie in our room, and the Viking Daily - this is the Bible for the events of the day.
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Rejsende
Enjoy!!!!! Looking like a great time!!!!
RejsendeI didn't know spas like this existed. The idea of all of it sounds delightful! Question - when you were done with your treatments, were you baraged with attempts to sell you all they products they used with you? I'm only asking because that was our experience on Carnival, and frankly, it undid an expensive massage and brought all the stress back. I hope that wasn't the case for you! Sounds like your experience was way better!