Tuesday, April 25. Docked at the tiny town of Eidfjord. White sky. 4 C. Cold, yes.
18 days to home.
As we are quite far North, it gets dark late and light early. We inched our way slowly up the relatively narrow Fjord with dark snow covered peaks making it look ominous and dangerous, which it is.The pilot has boarded much earlier than he usually does to ’shepherd’ us in safely.
Around 7:45 we inched into this quaintsy little town of about 1000 residents. Apparently it is one of the richest towns in all Norway. The reason? Not oil but Hydro Power Generation from exactly what we are looking at: high peaks and snow, that eventually melts and goes through dams and generators. Exactly like BC!
Fellette, spent the day with a good, new book and her i-pad. I am Confined To Barracks, as I got the Amsterdam Cold last night after dinner!
Unfortunately, this is not just the sniffles. I hope to feel like getting off the ship tomorrow in Bergen for a bit of a walkabout around that cute little Town, for Old Times Sake. Then a single Sea Day as we head South for The Isle of Skye, and, next day, still in Scotland, at Oban. My cold might have passed its worse by then as I am looking forward to revisiting them both. Cheers, Kevin!
I apologize for a lack-lustre blog today folks. That is exactly how I feel. I am sure many people had a wonderful day here!
Not A Good Day For Me/us…
Very smart and modern town, super modern and smart. Darn cold.
Not much traffic though.
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