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23-07-2022, 16:07
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Just when you thought we had finished with posts about cruising, up pops another one. This one highlights the spectacular beauty of the Norwegian fjords, and it was a desire to experience some of this amazing scenery that led to Mrs PBT’s and I choosing a cruise to Norway in the first place.
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It’s not until you look at a detailed map of Norway’slengthy western coastline, that you realise just how rugged and deeply indented, the shoreline is in these parts, and the narrow inlets of the ocean, between the cliffs, are known throughout the world as fjords. They were formed at the end of the last Ice Age, when the glaciers began to retreat, allowing the sea to fill in the remaining space. There are over 1,100 fjords in Norway, and they are famous the world over for their stunning natural beauty.
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The summer months, between May and September are the best times to experience the fjords, as the long days are ideal for sightseeing. This applies equally, when viewed from a boat or on one of the various excursion stops on the mainland. In addition, due to the warming influence of the Gulf Stream, the Norwegian fjords experience a mild climate, and remain virtually ice-free, all year round. Despite their contorted and rugged appearance, the fjords are home to many small communities, some of which are quite isolated. This means that travel by boat is often the easiest way to get around.
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We visited the towns of Ǻlesund and Stavanger, along with the port-city of Bergen – the second largest city in Norway, after the capital, Oslo. Most of these settlements weren’t that far inland, although the approach in and out of Bergen was nothing short of spectacular, but the place I want to describe in more detail, is the tiny cruise port of Olden, which was the third place we visited in Norway.
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Situated deep within the Nordfjord, Olden is a sleepy little village that is just a 10-minute walk away from the quay where the cruise shipsdock. We enjoyed a scenic, early morning voyage into Olden, noticing on the way the snow that was still present on the tops of the mountains. Despite the bright sunshine, there was a distinct chill in the air, so much so that we both thought that a fleece would be a good idea.
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We stepped ashore mid-morning, well aware that apart from the spectacular scenery, there wasn’t that much to do in Olden Cruise Port.That wasn’t quite true, as a number of shore-based excursions were available – either pre-booked, or just turn up on the day. We were content though, to just have a wander around, visit one of the souvenir shops, and then grab a coffee at the small, quayside restaurant; or better still have a beer!
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Despite our earlier concerns about the low temperatures, it was surprisingly warm onshore; a situation no doubt helped by Olden’s position at the head of the fjord and sheltered by the surrounding hills and mountains. We headed off along the road, in what I thought was the direction of the village, but once again having failed to procure a map, we ended up going in the wrong direction. Eventually this dawned on me, although I didn’t say so toEileen, and instead we just retraced our footsteps back towards the quayside where our ship was moored. We then dived into the larger of the two souvenir shops, where I bought a T- shirt, plus a bottle opener for Matthew. I’m not certain what Mrs PBT’s purchased, although it was probably some type of fashion accessory, but by then, thirst has got the better of me.
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We crossed the road, to the Molla Guesthouse, located in a former mill overlooking the fjord. The building is also home to the local tourist information centre, as well as acting as the booking centre for various independent activities. We had left it a little late, but I rather fancied the trip to the foot of the Briksdal Glacier. The latter is the most accessible offshoot of the giant Jostedalsbreen, the largest glacier in Europe.
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Promising myself to be better organised in future, I went and ordered our drinks from the outside stall, whilst Eileen found a seat. Coffee wasn’t a problem, but a beer was, as the keg had just run out. The lady running the bar, called inside for assistance, and a colleague came rushing out with a replacement, but as luck would have it, the first couple of pints poured, came out looking decidedly murky.
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Despite not wishing to sour Anglo-Norwegian relations, I was about to ask the lady to keep pouring until the line cleared, but fortunately she’d reached the same conclusion and eventually I was presented with a reasonably clear, but by no means bright pint. Whilst this was going on, I’d asked whether the beer was a local one, and she assured me that it was, despite it being dispensed into a glass badged as Rignes Pilsner – definitely NOT a local brewery! Whatever its origin, the beer was cool and refreshing, which was most welcome in the, by now, rather warm sunshine. The small outside beer garden was a quite a suntrap too, dispelling any thoughts of us being too cold, and we enjoyed our drinks whilst chatting to a couple of Americans, who, like us, had just got off the boat. I have the drinks’ bill somewhere, and to my mind at least, it wasn’t too dear. It certainly dispelled conceptions that Norway was ultra-expensive.
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We returned to the Queen Mary 2 for lunch, given that food onboard was all-inclusive, and later that afternoon, we watched our lengthy departure from Olden, from one of the upper decks. A smaller, Fred Olsen cruise ship was anchored a short distance off shore. The QM2 had either beaten this vessel to the mooring, or pulled rank because of her size, but we watched with interest as passengers wishing to leave the smaller vessel were ferried ashore by means of a tender.
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Our ship slowly manoeuvred towards more open water, and then from the comfort of the balcony outside our cabin, we were treated to some spectacular scenery, as the captain followed the convoluted route of the fjord, as it slowly made its way towards the sea. Leaving Olden, it’s easy to see how the power of glaciers has, over thousands of years, scoured and shaped the landscape, leaving behind the fjords, glacial lakes and waterfalls that are an essential part of the imagery of Norway.
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For me, the flat-bottomed, steep-walled, U-shaped valleys,carved by the glaciers, were classic features, straight out of a school geography text book. I could relate these back to a school geography field trip to North Wales, where we had studied the effects of glaciation on the local landscape, and the wide, flat bottom, “hanging valleys” left behind when the ice sheets eventually retreated. Seeing this, on a much grander scale, really bought home to me the power and awesomeness of nature, and even Mrs PBT’s, who is normally one for the shops and the bright lights, could not failed to be overawed by this spectacular landscape.
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Given the, at times, forbidding nature of the landscape, there was a surprising number of houses and small farms in place. Some were shoreline settlements, but the farms, often high up in the hills, reminded me of Alpine practices, where the cattle are sent out to graze the high pastures in summer, before being rounded up and returned to lower ground before the onset of winter. Again, these images were straight out of that geography textbook, proof that I did pay attention in class – at least some of the time! https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ33wUK5GP3HDu29Dl5nSef5ejbZvQXzHGJ8xgddvScZ MKALq4ECWoBe54q6QE9VerQ7JBtEGgnQqcsEjzJe-U2ajkTUpVkBrGx4AZ4VHY6JIos13DWp4PT2eJPTQUFPWc0GUr4 C2bBwMGfN3oBaJSzbJ97Ko6B37-SVB-RmH8cKT-Z6p6qJEJF_qR/w400-h225/IMG_20220619_194733.jpg (https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ33wUK5GP3HDu29Dl5nSef5ejbZvQXzHGJ8xgddvScZ MKALq4ECWoBe54q6QE9VerQ7JBtEGgnQqcsEjzJe-U2ajkTUpVkBrGx4AZ4VHY6JIos13DWp4PT2eJPTQUFPWc0GUr4 C2bBwMGfN3oBaJSzbJ97Ko6B37-SVB-RmH8cKT-Z6p6qJEJF_qR/s4000/IMG_20220619_194733.jpg)So as not to miss any of this spectacular scenery, Eileencontacted room service, and we enjoyed a rather good Thai Red Curry, from the comfort of our balcony, without missing any of the views. I cracked open a couple of the cans of Pilsner Urquell, that I had brought on board with me at Southampton, and they were a very fitting accompaniment to the curry.
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We didn’t reach this thriving city, surrounded by both mountains and the sea, until the following morning, and that joy of waking up and finding oneself in a different place, is one of the real pleasures of cruising. With Norway ticked off – but only until next time, we left Bergen later that afternoon. We headed back to Hamburg, where there is one final installment of the cruise for me to tell you about, and that was the excursion made to the lovely little, medieval town of Lüneburg. So, until next time, it's Auf Wiedersehen! Follow Blog via EmailClick to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
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Just when you thought we had finished with posts about cruising, up pops another one. This one highlights the spectacular beauty of the Norwegian fjords, and it was a desire to experience some of this amazing scenery that led to Mrs PBT’s and I choosing a cruise to Norway in the first place.
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It’s not until you look at a detailed map of Norway’slengthy western coastline, that you realise just how rugged and deeply indented, the shoreline is in these parts, and the narrow inlets of the ocean, between the cliffs, are known throughout the world as fjords. They were formed at the end of the last Ice Age, when the glaciers began to retreat, allowing the sea to fill in the remaining space. There are over 1,100 fjords in Norway, and they are famous the world over for their stunning natural beauty.
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The summer months, between May and September are the best times to experience the fjords, as the long days are ideal for sightseeing. This applies equally, when viewed from a boat or on one of the various excursion stops on the mainland. In addition, due to the warming influence of the Gulf Stream, the Norwegian fjords experience a mild climate, and remain virtually ice-free, all year round. Despite their contorted and rugged appearance, the fjords are home to many small communities, some of which are quite isolated. This means that travel by boat is often the easiest way to get around.
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We visited the towns of Ǻlesund and Stavanger, along with the port-city of Bergen – the second largest city in Norway, after the capital, Oslo. Most of these settlements weren’t that far inland, although the approach in and out of Bergen was nothing short of spectacular, but the place I want to describe in more detail, is the tiny cruise port of Olden, which was the third place we visited in Norway.
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Situated deep within the Nordfjord, Olden is a sleepy little village that is just a 10-minute walk away from the quay where the cruise shipsdock. We enjoyed a scenic, early morning voyage into Olden, noticing on the way the snow that was still present on the tops of the mountains. Despite the bright sunshine, there was a distinct chill in the air, so much so that we both thought that a fleece would be a good idea.
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We stepped ashore mid-morning, well aware that apart from the spectacular scenery, there wasn’t that much to do in Olden Cruise Port.That wasn’t quite true, as a number of shore-based excursions were available – either pre-booked, or just turn up on the day. We were content though, to just have a wander around, visit one of the souvenir shops, and then grab a coffee at the small, quayside restaurant; or better still have a beer!
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Despite our earlier concerns about the low temperatures, it was surprisingly warm onshore; a situation no doubt helped by Olden’s position at the head of the fjord and sheltered by the surrounding hills and mountains. We headed off along the road, in what I thought was the direction of the village, but once again having failed to procure a map, we ended up going in the wrong direction. Eventually this dawned on me, although I didn’t say so toEileen, and instead we just retraced our footsteps back towards the quayside where our ship was moored. We then dived into the larger of the two souvenir shops, where I bought a T- shirt, plus a bottle opener for Matthew. I’m not certain what Mrs PBT’s purchased, although it was probably some type of fashion accessory, but by then, thirst has got the better of me.
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We crossed the road, to the Molla Guesthouse, located in a former mill overlooking the fjord. The building is also home to the local tourist information centre, as well as acting as the booking centre for various independent activities. We had left it a little late, but I rather fancied the trip to the foot of the Briksdal Glacier. The latter is the most accessible offshoot of the giant Jostedalsbreen, the largest glacier in Europe.
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Promising myself to be better organised in future, I went and ordered our drinks from the outside stall, whilst Eileen found a seat. Coffee wasn’t a problem, but a beer was, as the keg had just run out. The lady running the bar, called inside for assistance, and a colleague came rushing out with a replacement, but as luck would have it, the first couple of pints poured, came out looking decidedly murky.
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Despite not wishing to sour Anglo-Norwegian relations, I was about to ask the lady to keep pouring until the line cleared, but fortunately she’d reached the same conclusion and eventually I was presented with a reasonably clear, but by no means bright pint. Whilst this was going on, I’d asked whether the beer was a local one, and she assured me that it was, despite it being dispensed into a glass badged as Rignes Pilsner – definitely NOT a local brewery! Whatever its origin, the beer was cool and refreshing, which was most welcome in the, by now, rather warm sunshine. The small outside beer garden was a quite a suntrap too, dispelling any thoughts of us being too cold, and we enjoyed our drinks whilst chatting to a couple of Americans, who, like us, had just got off the boat. I have the drinks’ bill somewhere, and to my mind at least, it wasn’t too dear. It certainly dispelled conceptions that Norway was ultra-expensive.
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We returned to the Queen Mary 2 for lunch, given that food onboard was all-inclusive, and later that afternoon, we watched our lengthy departure from Olden, from one of the upper decks. A smaller, Fred Olsen cruise ship was anchored a short distance off shore. The QM2 had either beaten this vessel to the mooring, or pulled rank because of her size, but we watched with interest as passengers wishing to leave the smaller vessel were ferried ashore by means of a tender.
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Our ship slowly manoeuvred towards more open water, and then from the comfort of the balcony outside our cabin, we were treated to some spectacular scenery, as the captain followed the convoluted route of the fjord, as it slowly made its way towards the sea. Leaving Olden, it’s easy to see how the power of glaciers has, over thousands of years, scoured and shaped the landscape, leaving behind the fjords, glacial lakes and waterfalls that are an essential part of the imagery of Norway.
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For me, the flat-bottomed, steep-walled, U-shaped valleys,carved by the glaciers, were classic features, straight out of a school geography text book. I could relate these back to a school geography field trip to North Wales, where we had studied the effects of glaciation on the local landscape, and the wide, flat bottom, “hanging valleys” left behind when the ice sheets eventually retreated. Seeing this, on a much grander scale, really bought home to me the power and awesomeness of nature, and even Mrs PBT’s, who is normally one for the shops and the bright lights, could not failed to be overawed by this spectacular landscape.
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Given the, at times, forbidding nature of the landscape, there was a surprising number of houses and small farms in place. Some were shoreline settlements, but the farms, often high up in the hills, reminded me of Alpine practices, where the cattle are sent out to graze the high pastures in summer, before being rounded up and returned to lower ground before the onset of winter. Again, these images were straight out of that geography textbook, proof that I did pay attention in class – at least some of the time! https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ33wUK5GP3HDu29Dl5nSef5ejbZvQXzHGJ8xgddvScZ MKALq4ECWoBe54q6QE9VerQ7JBtEGgnQqcsEjzJe-U2ajkTUpVkBrGx4AZ4VHY6JIos13DWp4PT2eJPTQUFPWc0GUr4 C2bBwMGfN3oBaJSzbJ97Ko6B37-SVB-RmH8cKT-Z6p6qJEJF_qR/w400-h225/IMG_20220619_194733.jpg (https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ33wUK5GP3HDu29Dl5nSef5ejbZvQXzHGJ8xgddvScZ MKALq4ECWoBe54q6QE9VerQ7JBtEGgnQqcsEjzJe-U2ajkTUpVkBrGx4AZ4VHY6JIos13DWp4PT2eJPTQUFPWc0GUr4 C2bBwMGfN3oBaJSzbJ97Ko6B37-SVB-RmH8cKT-Z6p6qJEJF_qR/s4000/IMG_20220619_194733.jpg)So as not to miss any of this spectacular scenery, Eileencontacted room service, and we enjoyed a rather good Thai Red Curry, from the comfort of our balcony, without missing any of the views. I cracked open a couple of the cans of Pilsner Urquell, that I had brought on board with me at Southampton, and they were a very fitting accompaniment to the curry.
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We didn’t reach this thriving city, surrounded by both mountains and the sea, until the following morning, and that joy of waking up and finding oneself in a different place, is one of the real pleasures of cruising. With Norway ticked off – but only until next time, we left Bergen later that afternoon. We headed back to Hamburg, where there is one final installment of the cruise for me to tell you about, and that was the excursion made to the lovely little, medieval town of Lüneburg. So, until next time, it's Auf Wiedersehen! Follow Blog via EmailClick to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
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