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Sunday, July 28, 2013
After the experience I had in Bergen I was looking forward to visiting another small Norwegian fishing village. But our next port of call Stavanger was a complete let down. It is certainly a small Norwegian fishing town, but it’s much more of a party town than Bergen; much more commercialized. Because of this, we found it filled with litter, mess, homeless people, and all the trappings of an overly busy port. It does have a very antediluvian Catholic Cathedral that is a living record of the very early influence of Irish monk’s in Northern Europe. However, this was little conciliation for the state we found the place in. Julia and I did enjoy the many flowers in the gardens of local residents in the old part of town, but I could easily have skipped a visit to this Norwegian town.
Once we left Stavanger (or stink-vanger as we renamed it) the Veendam began a scenic cruise of the majestic Lysefjord. Now this blew me out of the water! To understand the feeling of sailing the Lysefjord is to imagine that Yosemite Valley had been flooded with water and you drifted through it on a large ship that seemed to just squeeze past the rocky cliffs all around you. Lysefjord engulfs you in enormous granite towers, domes, glacial horns, and deep green forests. Once the Veendam reached to the furthest point it could safely navigate in the deep and long fjord; the Captain stopped the mighty vessel and slowly began to rotate the behemoth 360 degrees; brilliant.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Occasionally when you travel you are really surprised by a destination; Bergen, in Norway, is such a place. I had expected it to be on a fjord, surely everything in Norway is. But I was astonished at just how steep its beautiful valleys were and how their tree and house dotted sides dropped so sharply into the splendid harbor. So many cities in Europe have ancient and interesting histories, but I was unaware that Bergen is so full of old buildings, many from the 14th century and some much older than this. The museum in Bergen is built on the site of excavated wooden buildings that give you a glimpse into the city’s 900 year history.
I’d heard something about the funicular train in town. But riding it up the precipitous cliff offered views that I hadn’t expected to be so wonderful. Once at the top of the fjord the hiking trails, lake, and forest I found there were a very pleasant surprise; one which Julia and I took full advantage of. I had no idea how amazing and delicious the seafood market in Bergen would be. Filled with all kinds of smoked fish and even to my utter disbelief smoked whale meat. No wonder we found a Green Peace ship at anchor in the harbor at Bergen. The downside of this must see destination was the pouring rain we encountered in the morning and the very expensive meal we had to pay for at lunch. Oh well, it was worth getting wet and over charged to experience this stupendous place.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Oh mighty Thor (god of thunder) thank you for letting us visit your far northern home, and namesake, of Torshavn. Its fog cloaked tiny serpentine streets and your, really blonde, Viking descendants welcomed us. Did you instruct them (omnipotent god of thunder) to build their homes with sod roofs, or is it something they invented? And why (omnipresent lobber of lightning) do all your young supple women perform all the hard labor jobs in your most flower gardened world? It is good to see that the ancient act of rowing boats furiously about the fjord is still practiced, with vigor (omniscient one).
Imagine if Thor really did exist and could throw lightning bolts about along with his trusty hammer; now that’s what I call a god, none of this namby-pamby virgin birth nonsense.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Yes another unpronounceable Icelandic town. But wait this one’s not so bad. Just pronounce it: Say-dis-four-door? That’s it, you’ve got it! Consider yourself a master of Icelandic. We may never be able to really pronounce the names of the spectacular cities we’ve stopped in, but we sure did enjoy visiting them. Seydisfjordur is our last stop on this incredible volcanic wonderland and it gave us our most amazing hike so far. We walked from the Veendam, for four hours, to the far end of the fjord Seydisfjordur is located on. We have never experienced anything like it; okay just maybe in New Zealand’s Fjord Land National Park, just maybe. I simply lost count of all the waterfalls we encountered along our way; each one different and each one breathtaking. As for the scenery all I can say is think of Middle Earth from Lord of the Rings and you’ll have some idea how this stupendous places looks; okay I know New Zealand again.
As we set off on our trek we left our trusty ship at the dock with everything steeped in fog. The Veendam had sailed all night in the fog and pulled up to a dock shrouded in mist in the morning. By the way, during our evening sail we had crossed over into the Arctic Circle. This gave me the personal pleasure of having now been to both Polar Regions of the world. Julia and I continued our walk through the tiny town and up into the fjord with no idea what was surrounding us. We walked past a wide strongly flowing river. We left the town behind us and climbed slowly up to our first waterfall completely unaware of the world we had stepped into. Then as we continued into our world of mosses, waterfalls, rivers, and wildflowers Julia turned, looked straight past me, and said, “Look at that!” I swung around and out of the mist came our first glimpse of the mountainous ice capped world that engulfed us; incredible!
As the day went on the fog cleared away and the full glory of Seydisfjordur was revealed to us. As we sat and ate our cheese sandwiches at the top of the stunning fjord we contemplated how the world is truly a gorgeous place, but just how quickly (when left up to the human race) it can be destroyed. Oh well, enjoy it while you can; I guess it’ll still be here after we’re all long gone.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Yes indeed, it’s a long way to Akureyri, especially if you come from California. Its street are not filled with gold, but rather with Icelandic children on their summer vacation work-assignments. It seems there’s been a long standing tradition in Iceland to have their children spend summers cleaning and grooming the parks of remote cities. They don’t at all seem unhappy about this, at least the ones we met, in fact they seemed to be really enjoying themselves.
We sure lucked out with the weather so far in Iceland. The sun shone bright and strong all day and enabled Julia and me to walk all around this typical remote Icelandic community; clean, on a fjord, surrounded by tall and rugged cliffs, and over flowing with happy and trusting people, extremely trusting from my perspective. We saw many a bicycle left outside a house with no bike lock on it. And I even saw a woman get out of her car, leave it running with her five year old son in it, while she went into the bakery to get coffee and donuts; amazing! It really is a long way to Akureyri, and certainly a long way from my home.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Puffins, in coffins, are dead indeed. Today, we arrived at the northern end of the volcanic island of Iceland, very, very close to the Arctic Circle. We took our one and only organized excursion to tour the Vigur Bird Island, (the island of Puffins). After docking the Veendam at Isafjordur we disembarked and immediately got on another local boat that set sail to the island of many birds. It’s a private island in one of the many fjords surrounding Isafjordur. The island is really a farm, but the farmer allows tours, which endow the eager tourist with a close up inspection of Puffins, Eider Ducks, Black Guillemots, and the very aggressive Arctic Turn.
On our return to Isafjordur Julia and I set off through the quaint village to find a hiking trail. Strange as it may seem, in this pristine land of fjords and volcanos, there wasn’t a good hike at hand. So I persuaded Julia to climb up the steep unmarked side of the fjord cliff behind Isafjordur and bush-bash our own private and scenic trail. We struggled our way across multiple creeks and scree fields, but along the way we drank in the beautiful vistas of the fjord land; plus we came across many wild flowers: dog-roses, daisies, buttercups, geraniums, time, dandelions, and three different orchids. What a great and adventurous hike.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Today we sailed close to the spot where the HMS Hood was sunk by the German battleship Bismarck. HMS Hood was the last battle-cruiser built for the Royal Navy. Commissioned in 1920, she was named after the 18th-century Admiral Samuel Hood. In May 1941, she and the battleship Prince of Wales were ordered to intercept the German battleship Bismarck and the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen, which were en route to the Atlantic to attack ally convoys. On 24 May 1941, early in the Battle of the Denmark Strait, where we were sailing, Hood was struck by several German shells. One of these shells hit the Hood’s magazine and blew her to bits in what became one of the quickest sinking of a British ship.
One of the problems of traveling on any form of transportation is the increased risk of picking up bugs. Unfortunately, this was the case for me. I came down with a 24 hour cold, which knocked me out. As I write I’m still feeling a bit under the weather, but the real weather in the Atlantic has been improving; I hope I do soon too.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Try as he might the Captain was unable to get us into the Prince Christian Sund. His plan was to enter the sound from the eastern end, as we were blocked by ice from entering the western entrance yesterday, but pack ice once again froze our plans. And so, we left Greenland behind us this morning having only seen a glimpse of its rugged and ice-shrouded shores from half a mile out at sea. The ice had beaten us and ensured we were not to set foot on the far-north-land of ice and snow.
Before us lay another day on the open and exposed North Atlantic Ocean. The Veendam is well stabilized, but even this technology has its limits. The North Atlantic was not still this day and caused our vessel to toss and roll in the rainy grey seas.
Friday, July 19, 2013
When traveling on the ocean and particularly in extreme regions such as the Arctic the best plans can go astray. So it was with our planned visit to Qaqortoq in Greenland; it was not to be. The Veendam had weather behind her and raced to Qaqortoq in an attempt to stay in front of the rain storm. However, when we reached 50 miles off shore in front of our ship lay a vast field of pack ice blocking our passage. To make matters even worse a fog bank engulfed most of the only navigable channel to our planned destination. The Captain went to plan B and tried to get into Nanortalik, however the further southeast we went the more floating ice we encountered. The Captain then went to plan C, which had us head south and then north into the southern fjords of Greenland in an attempt to enter the famous Prince Christian Sund. However, once again we encountered the pack ice and had to retreat to open waters.
There is always a silver lining to any bad luck; ours was the spectacular views we were given of the rugged and wondrous coastline of Greenland, of the many icebergs and whales our close encounter with the frozen northland allowed.
Position: 59.50.26 N, 044.30.68 S
Temperature 9 degrees C or 48 degrees F
Sunrise: 4:11 AM
Sunset: 9:55 PM
Wind speed: 44 MPH