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    Had my room faced the opposite direction I would have had a very different “hotel room view” photo for that CaptainsVoyage popular thread. For there had been another fire in Svolvær –I say “another” because on a stroll around the town on the trip last November I had photographed the remains of a burnt out building, also in the town centre.

    Now a building in Torget had been destroyed by fire…at the corner with Roald Amundsens gate.









    There were street closures and traffic diversions to allow the clearance work to proceed, and it was from a door at the back of the Thon Hotel at the Kulturhus that I was to wait for the taxi to take me to the airport….

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      …but not before a short stroll, a large mocha coffee at “Bacalao” ,and a pause to photograph this sweet little man!

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        I’d never seen Svolvær airport before. It is another-worldly sort of place on a day like this, snow, wet tarmac and the sea, scarcely distinguishable one from another.

        The photograph, actually three subsequently “stitched” together, was taken from inside the departure lounge! I was about to take the shortest flight I have ever taken…the hop across to Bødø.

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          This, shortly after take-off, was my only view from the air on that day of low cloud, and I have none on the connecting flight to Trondheim. At some point I would have passed Nordstjernen. That seemed an extraordinary thought, and I marvelled yet again at how my crazy plan was somehow or other actually working out!

          And so I arrived at Trondheim’s airport at Værnes. (I’ll spare you the jokes about the nearby village named Hell…I’m sure you’ve heard them all before!) But maybe this is the point to mention that I was managing the whole week away with just one small piece of hand baggage. I could, if challenged, have even managed to squeeze by camera bag into it! Inside was a small day sack I used for things “needed on voyage” around the ship – though the main bag itself, black and respectably business-like – has tucked-away straps, so converting to back pack mode. With no waiting at airport luggage belts, or unloading from beneath buses it increased my confidence in my “crazy plan” should delays occur and fast action be required. And I can walk miles with it in back pack mode, hands and fingers remaining camera-ready.

          No delays that day however. Indeed I was now way ahead of Nordstjernen, still some hours away from her welcome in Rørvik.

          However at Værnes, maybe more due to a rearrangement within the airport building since last year than my avoidance of checked in luggage, I emerged directly out under the covered area, right onto the flybus, and, in no time at all it seemed, arrived in the city centre.

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            Did I mention the RAIN?

            There was a LOT of it, and I even stayed on the bus, now slowed down to a crawl in the rush hour traffic, taking almost a city tour as it looped a circuitous route via various hotels and around past the railway station before again crossing the canal and heading along Søndre gate to stop right at the hotel. I’d never stayed there before and was amused to see a Scottish pub in the same building…




            Macbeth, no less! I giggled as I thought “he’d better not start calling me Lady M(acbeth)" instead of his customary affectionate Lady C.
            Work week…nights…best not to even let him know I’ve arrived…

            I have an overriding respect for a seaman’s work schedules, and especially a Captain’s…

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                Perhaps it had been thinking of pakarang just then that decided me on braving the rain to scurry across the road to a neighbouring Thai restaurant, rather than staying dry at the hotel buffet.
                I know…you’d have thought I’d have had my fill of shellfish at breakfast…but...




                It was still raining when I’d returned to the hotel… and when I woke briefly during the night… and when I woke next morning. My hand emerged from beneath the bedclothes groping for Paddy...

                Nordstjernen had just passed Agdenes lighthouse…


                Next… Trondheim’s tribute to Lady Nordstjernen.

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                  Re: ::: Nordstjernen :::

                  That guy with his guitar and hat in post #1099 is Jack Berntsen, a famous singer-songwriter making music about this and that in northern Norway.
                  He died in 2010, only 69 years old.
                  His most famous song to us norwegians is 'Kor e hammar'n Edvard?', or Bygdevise, as it is officially called.
                  Search for him and his music at YouTube.

                  It's a pleasure to follow your travel southbound, Cecilia. And that plate of Thai food..., mmmmmmmmmmm
                  "IF GOD COULD MAKE ANGELS...., WHY IN HELL MAKE MAN?"

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                    I soon found Bygdevise! Thank you so much Svein…I know a bit of such troubadours kind of music from Sweden but not so much Norway, so that was great. Now I’m going around humming it all the time!…(never mind, pakarang… I expect I’ll be back lah-lah-lah-lah-lah –ing to Clash again soon!! )

                    There’s even a picture of the statue at the end of the video showing Jack Berntsen’s name on the pedestal, which I probably didn’t see when I was there due to clearing of piles of snow that was going on.

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                      Re: ::: Nordstjernen :::

                      Originally posted by ombugge View Post
                      Did anybody feel sea sick watching that video???
                      Lovely I'm a fan of weather like this. My grandmother used to tell me about her trips over the Vestfjord with the olds ships in bad weather. She placed her foot against one of the pillars in the saloons to not fall out of her chair, while knitting several pairs of lasts/socks

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                        Re: ::: Nordstjernen :::

                        Originally posted by Seagull View Post
                        Cecilia, you managed to take a photo that is very reminiscent of the work of EDOUARD LEON CORTES (1882 - 1969). The only things that would make it more so would be to move the camera closer to the curb line and to rotate a few degrees clockwise to get the vanishing-point within the frame. Look through a few examples and you will see what I mean.
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                        Harald Jarl, Honningsvag to Svolvaer, Summer 1985.
                        Deck plan geek.
                        The first 5 days after the weekend are the toughest.

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                          Well thank you Clipper, I do see what you mean! What a good job I wasn’t actually trying to achieve that angle of viewpoint though…the rain hadn’t eased off quite as much as it looks so it was a very rapid grab shot and run for cover!!!!! …you must imagine Cortes by the kerb with his easel set up in the middle of a puddle, passing carriages throwing up messy spray all over his palette, as rain continues to pour down his canvas!!!!!!

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                            Re: ::: Nordstjernen :::

                            What a lovely image Cecilia. It's not completely obvious that the rain is actually falling when the photo was taken, but judging by the rest of your report it's hardly surprising.

                            I rather imagine that Cortes made sketches in good weather then worked up his trademark "wet look" in his warm dry studio but you don't really have this option with photography.

                            Clipper
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                            Harald Jarl, Honningsvag to Svolvaer, Summer 1985.
                            Deck plan geek.
                            The first 5 days after the weekend are the toughest.

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                              It was a period of what is euphemistically called Scotch Mist up here, Clipper!…perhaps to go with the pub!…I did tell Jan-Olav there was really no need to lay on Scottish weather especially for me!!!!!!!!
                              It’s deceptively soaking!!!!!! Well… there’s more rain in the next instalment!….

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                                Trondheim’s tribute to Lady N

                                Decisions…decisions…
                                Although it hadn’t been part of my Grand Plan, there would just have been time to get to the Hurtigrute quay and see Nordstjernen arrive…but then that ruled out breakfast (thus continuing to negate the very reason for choosing this hotel where evening buffet and breakfast are included in the price). Or I could go take my arrival photo and still have plenty of time to return to the hotel, have breakfast, and back to Brattøra….ummm, but get twice soaked in the process. Even as I was deliberating, the rain doubled to a downpour, my room view across the rooftops all but disappearing. I’d have scarcely seen her approach until she’d tied up, and certainly no view of her passing Munkholmen. BREAKFAST!!!!!

                                Later, luggage in backpack mode and its contents in waterproof wraps, I’m on my way. The pedestrian signposted route triggered a thought, and where arrows diverge “northbound” and “southbound” I head north for Polarlys. Visitor pass obtained, it’s up to deck 5 and the view of Nordstjernen from there. Yes, THAT view!!!!!




                                I get wetter moving to the side, trying to include a little of Polarlys.

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