WHITE CHRISTMAS NORWAY

We begin our Norwegian journey in Bergen. We flew from Munich via Copenhagen to Bergen. We were a little late arriving and didn’t get to our hotel until about 11.30pm which was a great shame as our room was lovely and we were right on the waterfront in a perfect location. Breakfast was divine so we wish we could have stayed longer. It is strange being back here as I am sure when we left in 2015 we would have thought we wouldn’t be back. Winter hasn’t really descended upon this part of Norway yet and the temperature is still reasonable in the single digits.

After a reasonable sleep and a great breakfast we pack up our gear, store it in the luggage room and head out to check out Bergen for a couple of hours. We don’t check in to the Hurtigruten Cruise terminal until mid to late afternoon so we go for a wander. I spy a necklace from a German designer I saw when we were in Norway last and at the time I would have loved to buy one so we check it out. It is Coeur de Lion designer and only cosmetic jewellery but quite stunning and colourful. Since Scot still hasn’t bought me a 50th Birthday present this seems like the ideal gift especially since we can claim back the tax when we leave.

A lot of shops are closed for the season which I guess you can expect this as there are only a few more shopping days until Christmas. As we wander around I remember I haven’t got any sea sick tablets – just on the off chance we strike rough waters. It doesn’t take much to get seasick and I don’t want to spoil my holiday if it happens, so we find a chemist and make our purchase. We search for a café for a coffee but as we look around I don’t remember Bergen being so expensive for just a cuppa. Perhaps we didn’t buy much last time here but the average price is aud$10 for a coffee which I do not remember paying. But you can’t live your holiday constantly comparing prices (although I find that difficult not to) so we have a drink and watch as the rain comes down. We eventually head back to the hotel to pick up our bags and head to the cruise terminal. The ship is late as the crossing has been rough so we check in a bit late. We get our cabin key cards and information and head on to board. We are on deck 3 which turns out to be a better one than we thought. The layout of the ship is very similar to vehicle ferries we have taken throughout Europe only it has been recently refurbished from what I have read. The ship is called the Richard With – this is the name of the founder of the Hurtigruten ships and is pronounced Rikard Wit.

We organise our stuff and empty our suitcases (although they have lost Scot’s and we are panicking a bit as we are about to leave port and Scot is having horror visions of his bag being left behind with the Jamesons and Baileys in it bugger the clothes. However after much persistence we finally ask them to check room 332-we are in 323- and yes they have put it into an empty room. Whew) since this will be our room for the next 7 days. We have 2 bunk style single beds which turn out to be really comfortable. Our port hole is right near the gangway so we see all the activity in port. Dinner is buffet style which starts as soon as we are on the ship. The food is abundant and there is something for everyone. The food is delicious and I can see the kilos piling on, on this trip if it is like this every day! We head out of Bergen around 11pm and we head up on deck to watch Bergen fade into the distance. It is cold on deck so we don’t stay too long and there is going to be so much to do so we head to our cabin. We are advised that the sea is going to be rough so I take a seasick tablet just to be on the safe side. I actually take one each day as we have a small piece of open sea each day of our travels. It is reasonably soothing rocking in the ship but every now and then there is a huge wave and I can see it splashing up against our window. I am quite glad we are down low in the ship so not as much rolling as other cabins.

This fleet of eleven Hurtigruten ships(sailing since early 1900’s) are essentially the main lifeline up the west coast of Norway. They call into about 40 different ports(all ships calling into each port every 12 hours so very tight shedules) on their way up and on their way back. They take mail, cars, people and any other deliveries necessary to each of the ports they call into. They take cruise passengers as a sideline really to make extra money. It is not your standard cruise ship – they do not have activities on board other than a few board games and the odd event like the crossing of the arctic circle so you really have to amuse yourself the whole time. They have excursions in some of the ports they stop in which are optional. You can get off in any of the ports they stop in, but they have an incredibly strict policy – if you are not on board 5 minutes before they leave port you will be left behind and you will have to find your own way to the next port to get back on. They say there is always one person each trip that has to take a taxi or whatever to get to the next place due to missing the ship. The fact that the ship doesn’t have any activities is of more interest to me as that means we can relax, watch the scenery, meet other people and read when it gets too dark for that.

Because our cabin is right by the gangway I tend to wake up at each port – mostly because I want to see where we are but also because our curtains are never closed and the lights shine in. It is a little sleep depriving but I don’t want to miss anything. The ship also has an alert system where you get told when the northern lights are showing so you can get up in the middle of the night if you want to see them.

Our first day and we stop in the major port of Alesund which is an art nouveau town. It burnt to the ground in the early 1900’s and was completely rebuilt in this style. It is quite a stunning town to walk around. We have booked onto the excursion of an art nouveau walk around town which is very informative and interesting. The only thing that spoils it is a single whinging female whom lives in Zurich but is from Armenia. She is complaining all the time about there being no snow and it is sleeting as we walk around the town and she is getting wet (Oh dear that’s so dreadful). She gets really shitty with the tour operator because of the lack of snow – like he made sure there was none when she arrived ……wtf?? I have said before we leave that yes if we don’t get snow, see the northern lights or get to do the dog sledding then that is a bummer but it won’t spoil my trip – stuff happens and you can’t change that. Anyway part way through she huffs off back to the ship with her rather elderly (and probably rich) husband. We enjoy the rest of the town walk and head back ourselves.

We head off out of port. As I mentioned there is no snow here yet. Due to global warming, Norway does not get the snow they would have in December anymore. They have to wait until later in January until it arrives. The scenery is lovely around the many islands we cruise amongst. There is snow at a higher level though which keeps the chill in the air. Our daylight hours aren’t too bad in this part of Norway since we are below the arctic circle. Once we get above it, we will get down to a couple hours of partial daylight. Most of the rest of this day is spent watching the scenery, reading or eating. You have a fixed table at dinner time and that is the number you sit at every night. Plus you have a set time to eat and you can’t eat any earlier or later. Our table has 2 other couples whom both live in Brisbane – of all places. One couple comes from Christchurch originally though. Our dinner time is 8.30pm though which makes it quite late and we are hungry waiting for that time to come.

Our 2nd day – 23rd of Dec – our port is Trondheim. Again there is not snow here but we leave the ship and have a walk around the town for a bit. I am now paranoid enough about missing the ship that we get back with more than enough time to spare. I couldn’t afford the taxi fare(or helicopter!) to the next port! Trondheim is a nice city, but not a patch on Aresund in terms of architecture. Everything is closed as well so there isn’t a lot to see within a short walking distance. Everyone back on board and we head back out of port.

When boarding the ship we had a choice to get a wine package or a beer package which if bought provides you one bottle of wine each day to have with lunch and/or dinner. The package costs 3000Norweigan Kroner which is about Aud$600. That equates to 6 bottles of wine in total costing $100aud or 60gpb each. I would say they are probably $15/8gbp store bottles in Aussie. We decline this offer as the cost is prohibitive but also wine seems to cause me horrendous headaches as of about 3 months ago so no point me having any. We did however bring in our suitcases 2 bottles of bubbly, 1 bottle of jamesons and 1 bottle of baileys, plus a 6 pack of beer. They are ok with this providing you drink it in your cabin which we mostly did. There is a water package as well which was 50 pounds each which entitles you to 2 small bottles of water each day. The tap water is drinkable(plus we have our valuable water filtering bottles) and you can have this at meals too, so we declined that as well. I thought long and hard about what to take on this trip that may be necessary and make it less expensive. So I packed packet soups, tea, hot chocolate, coffee, uhf milk and I bought one of those single cup water heaters which we used to heat the water up. It was invaluable and saves us a lot of unnecessary expense on cups of tea etc. We did have small presents of chocolate for each other as Chrissy presents so they can in handy too.

In Europe they celebrate Christmas Eve and not Christmas day. On Christmas Eve they swap presents, have a celebratory meal and do the church service thing. So on the next day we headed into Bodo. We are now over the Arctic Circle and there is snow on the ground in Bodo as well as lots more on the islands we pass. The daylight hours go from semi normal hours to partial daylight from about 10.30 until about 1-1.30pm. It is dark after that. When we arrive in Bodo – it is Christmas Eve, but early in the afternoon. Since it is snowing, we gear up, put our waterproof trousers on, our snow boots plus warm stuff. We walk into town, throwing snowballs at each other and laughing so much. It is so much fun and the fairy lights reflecting off the now gives it a magical feeling and I feel like a kid again. I can’t get the smile off my face! The town is mostly closed but is so cool. They have a way with their lights, they’re awesome. I spot a camperbus parked in the town and they have a Santa sitting in the driver seat – very cool. We head back to the ship as they are doing a walk up to the church later for the afternoon service. Although we are not religious and wouldn’t normally go, we do like to participate in events like this and experience another country’s culture especially at Christmas. About half the ship 150 people left and walked together with lit fire torches through the town to the church – I am sure the town folk wondered what was going on. The service was great – lots of singing Christmas songs and a lovely choir, we both really enjoyed it. Then we all head back to the ship for dinner and leaving port. I am still excited by the snow – it’s awesome.

That night we join a few other guests and spend a few hours making xmas tree decorations from craft materials and everyone made some really cool ones. Then we all helped decorate the tree with lots of others watching. It turned out looking fantastic and colourful – what a great idea from the entertainment director – and a great way to bring people from different countries together. We met one lady who works in Afghanistan so got to know her during the cruise which does enrichen the experience.

Xmas Eve we all sang songs around the tree in English, German & Norwegian very cultural when you have different countries celebrating xmas.

The next day is Christmas day – the one I have been looking forward to the most. The scenery where we are is stunning, with snow everywhere on all islands and the lights on and in the houses reflects off it making it fairy tale like and magical. The ship has it’s ‘crossing the arctic circle’ ceremony which entails putting ice cubes down your back and then entitles you to an alcohol shot of schnapps or similar. Scot participates but I need to photograph it so am forced to stay on the sideline….lol. Not sure whether the wet arse was worth the Scnapps though.

We arrive in Tromso just after lunch and there is heavy snow and it seems like the clouds are dispersing which is a great sign for possible northern light sighting. We take the bus from the ship and head inland to where the huskies are. Tromso hasn’t been so fortunate the last week having lots of rain which washed all the snow away, so most tour operators weren’t able to run. Our very good fortune, it started to snow again and settle 2 days ago, so now we have enough for the sledding. This husky place has 300 dogs. They all start to bark at once which is a huge racket and they are unbelievably friendly. The staff encourage pats and cuddles as the dogs love it. When we arrive the sleighs are all harnessed up and we are each shown our sled with it’s 8 dogs – 2 people to each. These dogs live to do this, they absolutely love it and they are so competitive, they try to pass each other. It is such a huge sport here. The ride is awesome. The dogs are funny – the two in the front are female leaders – smarter than the others and know where to go just by voice commands. The last two are the strongest males who take a lot of the weight of the sleigh. The dogs grab mouthfuls of snow as they run along when they get thirsty – this is a natural way of them getting water. I had started to feel it a little cruel, but when you see the dogs chafing at the bit to take off and run you realise that they adore what they do. This was such an amazing experience, I could have had a second go. After our ride we got to pat as many of the dogs as we wanted, they were all straining for attention at their respective kennels. They are such adorable dogs. After everyone has had a coffee & cake in the traditional wooden huts and bought souvenir’s we are finished and we head back to the ship.

After dinner – which because it is Christmas was supposed to be special, but turns out to be the worst meal they have put on strangely. Because we are the last ones to eat, we often miss out on some of the food they put out – like all the lobster and crab was gone. They did put on a ‘Cake Buffet’ though which we partook in prior to dinner or we would have missed out. It was delicious. I think desert should always be first so you aren’t too full from the main meal. After dinner, we headed out onto deck to watch us leaving Tromso as we will be back here in a couple of days. The sky has cleared and all of a sudden we start to see the Northern lights. All I can say is WOW, WOW and WOW!!! Strangely though, our naked eye cannot see the colours that our cameras pick up, but we see a white misty- like movement in the sky which all I can say is the most amazing spectacle. It looks a bit like smoke but it moves in the most incredible way. Difficult to describe and it would have been more spectacular if we were in a quiet countryside location watching it as we would have heard the noise of it rather than the ships engines. I got some photos but they don’t do it justice because my camera is a shitty one without any lenses. We are both in tears watching it as the experience is so amazing. We wait until there is nothing more to see before we head back inside to bed. I am so keyed up I can’t sleep. At around 2am, I get dressed and head back up on deck. There are small pockets of the northern lights but nothing like we saw so I head back to bed. I am woken again about 3.30am (not sure if I actually got to sleep though) with a speaker announcement that the northern lights are showing again, so we both get dressed as fast as we can because they can disappear as quick as they appear, and head back on deck. There are more shows but again nothing like we saw earlier, so we head back to bed.

The next day we are travelling around the very top of Norway and after breakfast we stop in a location called Honningsvag. From here we have an excursion to the North Cape. There are 3 busloads of us going from the ship, one German and 2 English speaking busses. The guide on the bus explains about the countryside we travel through on the way to the Northern most point of the civilised European continent. The surrounds are snow covered and the roads are too. The winter tyres here are amazing. They are a slightly softer material than the summer tyres and they have rubber spikes on them that help grip in the snow. The bus is travelling at normal speed on a snow laden road which surprises me. I haven’t seen or experienced winter tyres before. It takes us a good ¾ of an hour to get to the North Cape. There isn’t as much snow as I expected there to be here but there is still a bit. Lucky we have snow boots. There is a visitor centre that show a movie on the Northern lights and souvenirs etc. To the north is nothing but ocean until you get to the North Pole. This is a very isolated place.

We have had it drummed into us on the ship that if we are late back to the ship it will be gone, so on these excursions you don’t mess around and miss the boat. Scot goes to see the movie about 40 minutes before we are due to leave and I am waiting upstairs so we can get to the bus on time, but I end up in a mad panic when by the time I thought the movie should have finished, he doesn’t show. The theatre is 4 floors below and there are 2 ways to go upstairs. I race down one way hoping he isn’t going up the other way and even enlist help from other passengers we have gotten to know. I am getting really uptight with about 5 minutes to go and am imagining us having to taxi all the way to the next town when Scot shows up (I only went to the bloody toilet there was at least 45 seconds left ). I am so panicked that I am angry. It costs a huge amount to get a taxi here in Norway. Anyway we get back on the bus and all is well and I eventually calm down. I imagine the countryside in this part would be quite barren and bland if it wasn’t so pretty with all the snow around. I doubt much will grow on this type of countryside. Back on the ship and of course it is dark by the time we get there. There are more northern lights showing today but still not as impressive as Christmas day but they are showing for a couple of hours. I stand on deck watching, essentially freezing my butt off as I am standing there for such a long time. On deck they bring out two giant crabs from the Northern Ocean and large they are indeed. They also have a large urn of hot soup that they dish up to all those up on deck which is lovely.

I have to say that on the whole the food was lovely on the ship. It was only on Christmas day and one of the set menu meals that weren’t that fantastic, but all other food was lovely. We had a lot of salmon of course and it was so delicious. One night I think I filled my plate with baked salmon because it was so nice, I just couldn’t help it. Of course there was also lamb and beef amongst lots of other things.

So the final night on board and we are both sad to think it has ended. It is now that I wish we had booked the return cruise back to Bergen as a lot of people on the ship have. I thought it would just be stopping at the same ports, but they stop at ports at different times and so you get to see a whole lot of different places – ones we had stopped at during the night. We have to have our suitcases packed and out at the lifts by midnight as they take them outside for you in the morning when you leave the ship. So packed up we are, only our clothes for the morning still with us. In the morning we have to be out of our cabins by 8am and off the ship when we dock at Kirkenes at 9. So we get ourselves dressed, packed and out by 8 to the restaurant to have breakfast before we leave the ship. We have booked an extra excursion today as I believe there isn’t enough to do in Kirkenes to keep us occupied for the entire day. So after our final breakfast on the ship we head off and onto the bus that will take us to the Russian border. The bus takes us to a bomb shelter at Kirkenes and play us a movie about the war and the people of this town. The whole town survives by hiding in a mine for 2-3 months not far from the town for a period of time. It is amazing. Then we head to the border. Russia and Kirkenes have an arrangement – they can each cross over the border and get things they want without any visa for a short period of time. If Norwegians want to avoid paying tax when crossing back they need to stay in Russia for 24 hours and there is no tax. Petrol is cheaper in Russia which is great for Norwegians. It works both ways. It is cold at the border and there isn’t much there except a fence and a gate and a building on the Russian side. A small souvenir shop is there and a gorgeous husky dog is outside in the snow. After a short visit we are back on the bus and heading back to Kirkenes stopping for a lovely view over the town on the way back. It is only lunchtime and our flight out isn’t until 7pm so we get off at one of the hotels and put our bags in their storage. We hang out with a couple we were at dinner with – who are essentially Kiwis as well but live in Brisbane. We have a walk around the town but most shops are still closed and it is a tiny town. We stop and have a coffee and after a while wandering we let the others do their own thing and pick up our luggage, grab a taxi and head to the airport. We still have 3 hours until we fly out. There isn’t anything open at the airport where we are so we bring out our heating element for water in our cups and packets of soup. We sit and have that and then finish off the muesli bars we still have left. We pack up our bags and head through to departure. As we are sitting waiting the flight seems to be getting delayed further and further until eventually it is cancelled. What a buggar. We had been told that there are no hotel rooms left in town and no flights out by Hurtigruten staff, however when we check with the desk we get rescheduled on a flight at 8am the next morning. The airline is putting us up at The Thon hotel which is very nice. We get an amazing room at the top but it is so late we don’t have time to enjoy it. We even have a coffee machine in our room. The hotel put on food for us as we haven’t had dinner and we are hungry. After a shortish night sleep we are up very early, down to breakfast and on a free taxi to the airport.

Our flight is on time and we head out to Tromso. On arriving we head to our hotel, Scot slips over on the icy snow and lands on his butt. Wish I had my camera on. We book in and head out for a wander around the town. Tromso is a lovely town, heavily snowed in but very cute. The hotel puts on crepes in the afternoon for free which we head back for. They also put on dinner in the evening which we head back down for. It isn’t bad for free. They have a 3 course dinner if you want it. The next day we fly out of Tromso and into Trondheim. The flight is delayed but not badly. We have already had a look around Trondheim but we decide since we have about 7 hours before we fly back out we will check in our luggage and head into town. In hindsight we find that there isn’t much we haven’t seen, it is wet and cold and I feel we have wasted the $120 it has cost to get the bus(we even got on the wrong bus and had to walk back to the original one haha) in and back again. But that is Norway for you. Back at the airport and our flight out to Copenhagen is delayed – but whats new. We are getting used to that already. It isn’t a long flight but it is late when we get there. We catch a train to the hotel which is only 2 stops away from the airport. We are hungry but after waiting a considerable amount of time at the hotel to get the food we have ordered it comes out late and cold. I complain and we walk away from it and go to bed after a cup of soup.

In the morning we have 4 or 5 hours before we need to head to the airport so the hotel stores our bags and we head into town. I want to buy some headache tablets here that I haven’t seen anywhere else in Europe. Copenhagen is a lovely place and we wander around looking for a pharmacy where normally you can only buy 1 packet of anything with codeine in it but the lady asks me how many I want 5?, 10? Packets…lol. No I don’t need that many but I may have to come back in a couple of years to buy more. We have a coffee, walk around the haven – the main harbour area which is far less busy than the last time we were here. We have seen enough and head back to the hotel, grab our bags and take the train to the airport. Although I am sure that Murphy will prevail and our flight will be delayed I still like to get there early just in case.

After checking in and waiting at the gate for a while the pilot comes out and announces to us that Heathrow has a major fog problem and our flight has been delayed by at least 4-5 hours. Great. No change here. The airline does supply vouchers for food though so we head off the claim ours and get a free feed and drink. Eventually we head out on our 2 hour flight home. It is about 10 when we land and the bus takes forever to arrive and take us back to the hotel our car is at. We head around the back to it and open the boot to put our suitcases. Scot sees the back seat lying down and says – we didn’t leave it like that surely! Sure enough as I head around the side of the car I see our window has plastic on it and has been smashed. Bastards. Not Happy JAN!!! We take a look inside the car and the back side window has been completely smashed and there is glass on every inch of the inside of the car. They have ransacked it and strewn everything all over. What a wonderful finish to our amazing holiday……Not. We manage to brush the glass off where we will sit and the hotel helps us put proper plastic on the window. It has already been logged with the police so we head home.

The end of one of the most amazing adventures that I have ever been on. I am not sure how we will top this one(Africa, Brazil,Canada..??) but I would love to come back and do it again one day. I think I would come again late in January next time. Watch this space for our next adventure.

COPENHAGEN

An early rise and we headed off on the train to the city.  We tried to buy a 48 hour travel pass via the machines at the station, but they don’t allow you to use either notes or an international credit card.  We went into the 7Eleven to buy a ticket and we believed he charged us about 50 Kroner too much for each ticket, but we could use the ticket the next morning if we went into the city early enough.

So in we went, the trains are really wide – not like Brisbane or the London tubes and they leave every 10 minutes.  We have something to learn from other cities public transport.  Our trains leaving every 30 mins and sometimes every hour is ridiculous compared with all the cities we have visited where they go every 5-10 minutes.  They have special seats where you can rack your bike with it and these have priority over people sitting there.

We had a map from the camping ground and the guy had outlined all the most important things we should see.  So we went to see the ‘Little Mermaid’ first.  It was quite a walk from the station and when we got there, there were quite a few tourist buses (mostly Asian and American).  We were quite disappointed with the small statue that sat in the water on rocks just off the shore.  There was a huge amount of importance placed on the statue which we couldn’t quite figure out why, but it seemed everyone had come to see it.  I did ask at the camp ground why it was so significant for such a small seemly insignificant statue, but they didn’t really know, only that the story of the little mermaid was written by Hans Christian Anderson and he was Denmarks most famous person.  Funny thing was there were other statues around that area that were bigger and more impressive that didn’t even feature on the map.

We then walked to the Kings Palace where there were many people milling around.  I figured they were possibly waiting for the changing of the guard which we were told we had to see at midday, but we weren’t going to stay around for it as it was only mid morning.  And at the end of the day how much was there to see with two men walking up and down next to a building – couldn’t be anything on Buckingham palace surely.

On we walked to the Haven (harbour) where there were lots of cafes and restaurants, canal boats and heaps of people.  It was a very expensive area – like all tourist traps are.  We wanted a coffee, but the price was around $10 a cup which we thought was ridiculous, so we chose a slightly cheaper place.  That comes at a price – the coffee was not great, so wasted the $7-8 it cost for each cup.  Strange thing was the food didn’t seem to be so over priced for this type of area compared with the coffee.

We sat and had our standard home made lunch there after the coffee, watching the ferries come and go.  Sadly the area was quite filthy with rubbish everywhere and it didn’t look like it was being picked up very often at all.  Worst of all were all the cigarette butts lying everywhere.

We wandered from there and went over to the area in town we were told was the oldest Hippie suburb and all the houses had to be hand made.  It was made out to be a huge tourist attraction worthwhile visiting.  The entrance area looked like some kind of slum area and I didn’t feel right about it, but we still walked in and around a small part of it.  The houses if that’s what they wanted to call them, were really just makeshift shacks and it looked like a slum where homeless people lived.  The people who appeared to be living there looked like the most dodgy, shady characters who were no more hippies than we are.  They appeared to be running ‘Green’ cafes even though dope isn’t legal in Denmark.  We wondered whether the cops turned a blind eye to it here.  They had cheap junk for sale and as we looked around I wanted to leave.  I felt very sad for Denmark if this was an area they wanted to flag as a major tourist area that you just had to see.  It was dreadful and I reckon a lot of pickpocketing goes on amongst other rip off activities.

We walked around and saw some of the other historic buildings like a church that you could climb to the top and it had an outside spiral walking ramp you could climb up and see the whole city, but the queue to go up was long and we didn’t want to stay that long.

We wandered through town where there is a round building that belonged to a man who didn’t like stairs.  Apparently there are only about 3 stairs in the whole building, the rest is a huge winding ramp you can walk up between stories, that is wide enough for a horse and cart to go up.

We saw the Cathedral, the Old Stock Exchange, Christiansborg Palace amongst other buildings.

In Denmark you cannot pushbike each way on both sides of the road.  In Netherlands there is a bike lane on each side of the road that is split into two and you can bike both ways on both sides.  In Denmark you can only bike on the same side as the traffic goes.  We got into trouble near the campsite a couple of times biking the wrong way – but we didn’t know and there isn’t anything telling us that this is the case.  People just yelled at us in Danish of course as we were biking and we just looked at them, puzzled, not knowing what their problem was.  Now we know!

A day walking around the city is very tiring on the body so we left feeling quite exhausted.

We went back in early the next morning so we could use our train ticket again before it ran out.  We decided to do what we had done in Amsterdam and just walk around the city streets having a look rather than specifically looking for the main buildings.  We went past the Tivoli which is a very old fun park.  It had the typical rides, with ones like the chairoplane that not only goes round, but goes up really high.  The had like boats on long arms that did full circles backwards and forwards – enough to make you sick watching let alone going on it.  As we were walking along one part of the street Scot noticed dope growing in the flower beds in the middle of the city.  The plants weren’t grown enough for anyone to use and there was a gardener there who appeared to be pulling out all the weeds including the dope plants (probably to take home for himself….lol).

A lot of the buildings are really lovely with moulded characters and designs.  This time we found a much cheaper coffee place where the coffee was really good.  It wasn’t on a square or in a tourist area.  I bought some raspberries that were $2 a punnet, but they got quite squashed carrying them all day.  We stopped in Orsted park for lunch.  There was a lady and her daughter who were walking their Bengal cat in the park – what a gorgeous cat it was.  It was like a small leopard in the jungle.

We found more things just by walking where ever we wanted rather than following a map.  We found a food hall similar to the one in Rotterdam, just not in an amazing building like there, but with all types of foods being sold.  Lucky we had already eaten!

At the end of the day we took the train back but we were naughty – we thought since we had been overcharged for our ticket the day before and there wasn’t anyone checking tickets we ran the gauntlet back to the campsite.  Murphys law prevails…..we were asked by inspectors to see our tickets so we had to do some quick thinking and talk our way out of why our ticket wasn’t valid.  Scot said I looked as guilty as hell. I am not good at lying, but they let us away with it.  I guess there isn’t much point charging a tourist when you aren’t going to get any money out of them.  And anyway, at the end of the day we did pay what we should have for both days so they didn’t actually miss any money.

We went into a shopping centre near the campsite to buy a couple of things and what a huge shopping centre it was.  From the outside they don’t advertise that it is a shopping centre and you wouldn’t know what it was if you hadn’t been told.  They aren’t like us where there are neon signs everywhere showing what is inside.

Whilst we were at this camping ground the showers were an issue (well actually it wasn’t the first one).  There were about 300+ campers at this camping ground and there were only 6 toilets for females, 6 for males and 4 showers for the entire camp.  So in the morning showers were at a premium, so we had to get up very early in order to beat the rush and have one.  It wasn’t really a problem because we wanted to leave early anyway, but I don’t know why camp grounds get away with not having enough facilities for the amount of people they have staying.

We had a Norwegian van pull up on the other side of us at the campsite late that afternoon so after dinner we decided to go and talk to them about roads and places to see in Norway.  Laura and Knut were a lovely couple who told us heaps about Norway.  We are going to hopefully go and have a cuppa with them when we get up to Bergen on our travels.  Although they didn’t believe their English was that good, it was very good and we were easily understood.  Their English was a lot better than our Norweigan (we know none !…lol). Talking to them also allowed them to practice their English.

Copenhagen did have some lovely historical buildings and some really neat little shopping streets where the shops were partly below the street level.  It is definitely an interesting city to visit, but you can’t really compare it to other cities as they all have their own character.

The next morning we packed up, said goodbye to our new friends Knut and Laura and headed for Helsingor and the ferry across to Sweden.

On to Copenhagen

What a neat little settlement north of Struer – about halfway up Denmark’s largest western most island.  We drove up the coast route which is very similar to Netherlands except just not quite as low, but they still have dyke style dunes surrounding the West Coast.  You could be forgiven for thinking you were in Holland still as they also grow a lot of similar crops and there are few hills and the same smelly cow sheds and thatched houses. The thatched roofs of the houses look quite cool and the thatch is about a foot thick.  We heard that it is slightly more expensive than tiles and it only lasts for about 20 years, but people do it to be trendy.

The camping ground is close to the beach which is an awesome round calm bay – perhaps swimming material tomorrow if not too cold.  It’s the middle of summer, but it’s like the middle of winter in Australia.  Temps are down to about 11 degrees at night and 18-20 during the day, with a little chill  on the wind.  We went for a long walk around the bay and will be up early tomorrow (sure we will :-)) to have another walk and perhaps swim.

Saturday July 18th

So much for an early rise and swim.  It was windy overnight and cloudy with a little rain, plus I woke up feeling miserable, low, unwell and just plain awful.  I guess grief had caught up with me and the stress had put me at a really low point.  Poor Scot, I just wanted to curl up into a little ball, cry and hide from the world, but we had places we had to go which is maybe just as well as I had to pull myself together and face the day.  We went for a walk along the beach which at least got us started for the day and it was really pleasant in the bay – just a shame it was really just too cold for a swim and really too choppy.  If I had been doing tri training in this water I would have only wanted to swim in one direction to avoid copping mouthfuls of water.

We hit the road – me driving as I couldn’t face having to make a decision as to where we were going to head to for the night.  It was easier just focusing on the road and nothing else.  Scot made the decision that we would drive to a lovely area called Laven in the middle of the island where there was a lake.  The countryside starts to change as we head away from the west coast and has more hilly areas, valleys and lovely views with forests.  There wasn’t a lot of traffic on the road which was quite calming and we could relax and enjoy the drive.  We passed through a place called Sejs on the lake just out of Silkeborg which was a beautiful place with very expensive houses along the lake front and there were a couple of great wild camping areas, but it is illegal here in Denmark and I had wanted to see the camp ground I had pegged in Laven as it had looked lovely – supposedly on the lake front.  However the campsite wasn’t quite on the lake front but did overlook it above the little village and was pleasant.  We stopped there for the night but had to endure a couple of middle aged love birds that couldn’t keep their hands or lips to themselves and had their sex covering music going till late…..lol.  It was funny watching other campers walk past their tent and gawk at the spectacle they were confronted with (not the sex part).  Scot wanted to tell them to get a tent (or a room).  We have been quite surprised in Denmark as there seems to be far fewer campervans and a greater amount of caravans and tents.  Not sure why.  And it seems that maybe people don’t have lots of money to spend as a lot of the campervans and caravans appeared to be much older than what we have seen in all the others places we have been so far.  Maybe the Germans are wealthier as they always seem to have new vans.

I talked to the owner of this camping ground whilst Scot was in checking in as he came over to tell me that my steering wheel was on the wrong side …haha.  He was a pommie.  I didn’t realise at the time he was the owner until he told me he had paid 2.5 million pounds for the camping ground 11 years ago.  I guess it is worth quite a lot more now.  It had about 300 campsites charging about 300dkr/night and was very full.  300dkr is about $60 aud at the current rate.  A decent amount of money and most of the caravans were stored there year round.  The campsite is great for kids though as it has a great pool, and huge play area, mini golf, trampolines etc.  We walked into the village but couldn’t find a coffee shop or bar, in fact absolutely nothing retail at all.  The Danish don’t seem to be very big on cafes or even pubs like the Dutch are.

 

Sunday 19th July

We made a decision that because Scot wants to go to the Swedish round of the world cup speedway that is on in Malilla next Saturday night we would have to limit our time in Denmark so had to make a decision on where to stay for the next few days.  So today we drove over to the middle island of Funen where Odense is the major city, but we decided we would rather be by the water and I read that it is lovely down in the south of this island.  We had quite a long drive ahead of us so used mostly the highways to get down to the bridge joining the islands.  We were quite surprised by the amount of caravans and campervans that were on the road travelling the other way.  Literally hundreds and hundreds of them, but I guess due to school holidays being on for another 2 weeks everyone is taking advantage of this and getting away.

We flicked right over the little bridge through Middlefart and headed down the coast route towards Faarborg which is a major port here on this island with ferries going to other destinations.  However we passed a little camp ground that I had marked down in this area on the way to Faarborg so decided to go back and stay there at Falsled.  It was lovely and quiet right on the lake.  We met some lovely Danish people there who enlightened us on some of the local customs.  We had wondered why we couldn’t find any fish in the supermarkets we had been to – nothing at all except for frozen stuff and even then it was limited.  Apparently fish gets sold in fish markets mainly at the wharfs as is too expensive and others can’t afford to bid for it at the auctions.  We didn’t find the price expensive compared to what we pay in Australia, but these people said they couldn’t afford it.  We bought some on our way through Faarborg – some fresh and smoked salmon.  I have been quite interested in the price of things in Denmark (and will be in the rest of Scandinavia due to all the comments of how expensive it is) so I check out different foods and compare prices.  Some things are cheaper than we are used to, some are the same and some are more expensive.  And it depends on the supermarket you go to.  I like the super Brugsen here which is like the Albert Hein in Netherlands and provides a great variety, but we priced a packet of chips there and they were 35dkr – $7Aud which we were shocked at, but if you go to the Aldi type stores of course they are a fraction of that price.

We stayed two nights in Falsled and again hoped we may get in a swim but the wind has been too strong still and the water choppy.  We just chilled a bit, went for a walk to the Marina close by to have a Danish ice cream…yumm.  We did the boring things – washing, housework etc as you do and went for a walk around the little village – but like previously couldn’t find a café or anything to get a coffee.  It was relaxing though and just what was needed.

Tuesday 21/7

Today we drove from Falsled back through Faaborg along to Svendborg and up to Nyborg to take the bridge over to the most Eastern island of Denmark. On the way we stopped at a local Chocolatier and had a coffee and a few free samples of the chocolate.  Everywhere we have driven in this area there are little stalls at people’s gates selling fresh produce which at the moment is strawberries, cherries, red currents, fresh peas, potatoes and we have indulged in all of them.  I haven’t had that many fresh red currents since we grew them in our garden when I was a kid.

I would like to have spent more time down near Svensborg and below there but we just don’t have the time – maybe we will come back and see more of Denmark.  The bridge from Nyborg to Halsskov is a gobsmacking 20km long.  No wonder they have a toll on it which cost us 360dkr ($60aud) – only because we lied about the weight of the van otherwise it would have been much more.  It was a pretty awesome bridge and the second part is really high – the photos don’t show how high it really is.

The countryside around most of the country apart from the very western side is very staw coloured when looking at it as everywhere they seem to grow grain.  Not sure what the grain is used for – whether for cattle or for commercial use – flour etc.

We are stopping just outside Copenhagen so we can have two days just in Copenhagen itself.  So we are stopped in a camping ground to the south west of the city.  The campsite isn’t much but you don’t expect a lot from them when you are wanting to see a major city.  We are only here to sleep essentially as we will spend the major part of the next two days in the city.  We are near a beach though so we parked the van and went for a bike ride to the beach.  As we were walking along we found the local life saver with the flags out and just beyond that we could see what looked like an awful lot of skin and no clothing.  We were looking at a naturist area which there seem to be quite a lot of in this country – there are even camping grounds that are Naturist.  So we decided it wasn’t a good idea to keep on walking but it was quite warm so Scot went for his first swim in Denmark – in the Baltic sea, in his undies – he didn’t quite want to go naked like the naturists just up the beach.  He was worried about the fish getting the bait worm…lol.

Earlyish night tonight and early up in the morning for a day of exploring.

OFF TO DENMARK

Whilst we are now in Denmark I will recount the days we spent in Coevorden before moving on to our days of travel.

For the week we spent in Coevorden – well 8km outside at a place called Da Vlindas, which was a lovely peaceful low key camping ground with lovely owners – just our kind of camp.  This made it easier to make the decision to stay until Monday of the funeral.

So during this week, Scot borrowed a ladder which was great as he was able to silicon some of the areas still needing it on the van but that couldn’t be reached by either the van ladder or from the ground.  He also completely cleaned and scrubbed the mould off the top of the van and then polished/waxed the top and all the rest of the van so the rain will run off really well now.  He has just told me that I have to put that I love him so much for working so hard when he is meant to be on holiday, but I won’t say that at all J.  Amazing where you find loose screws when you clean the van, just like motorbikes.  So there are now screws that were coming out on the outside of the van that are now secure again.  Amazing how much comes loose with driving the van on the roads.

We did a bike ride one day into Emlichem in Germany – about a 10km bike ride each way from the camp ground.  It was quite a strange little town – no market place or central (centrum) area where all the cafes etc were – so it was a bit boring.  All shops (the few there were) were closed for lunch – 12-2 and it was deserted.  They don’t start work until 8.30/9.00 and have 2 hours closed for lunch and then finish at 5pm  Great day of work if you can get it!  Most supermarkets are like Aldi here and I am not a fan of this type of store.  In Netherlands they have an Albert Hein supermarket who have the best food.  They have great varieties of bakery breads etc, cheeses, meals, deli and I love them.  I will miss them a lot.

On the weekend we went into Coevorden as they had the Haven Dargen boat festival on canals.  The boats are all like old barge style wooden boats and are all beautifully kept and of different sizes.  They also had markets, static displays, music, fair ground rides etc.  It was a beautiful clear warm day and there was a huge crowd there.  At night they took people for free out on a moonlight tour but it didn’t leave until 10.30pm, so it would have been a really late night by the time we biked the 8km back to the camping ground, so we didn’t stay for it.

The lovely camping ground owners had 3 dogs – 2 albino Alsatians and a little jack russel who own the ground as well as chickens and a rooster plus a cat.  On our last night we had desert bought out to us at the van which was strawberries and ice cream and cream and was a real treat.

We managed to watch the live streaming of the funeral at 3am which was difficult but good considering the circumstances.  Not a lot of sleep was had before or after the funeral that night.

Tuesday morning 14th July

We packed up and said goodbye to Da Vlindas and headed for the Germany/Denmark border.  It was a long day of travelling and the German highways were interesting.  We were travelling at 60 miles per hour in the slow lane with the trucks and these crazy Germans would scream past doing near on 120 mph – probably more.  They were almost a blur as they flew by.  We had to watch out for anyone coming up if we had to pass a truck as they got to you so fast it was frightening.  At one point we heard a not so pleasant knocking type of noise – a little like the tyre noise we heard when we had a flat spot in the tyre in Belgium so we ended up pulling up in a rest area and checked the van out.  We didn’t find anything wrong and figured out it was the way the road was made but due to being paranoid from having a previous problem it was prudent to check it out anyway.  We were very grateful there wasn’t any other issue.

Late in the afternoon we arrive in Flensburg which is right on the Danish border but still in Germany.  Very busy camping ground – which we believed were mostly transient campers on their way to or from Denmark as it was much cheaper than the Danish camping grounds just across the border.  We had been told we should buy bottles of Whisky in Germany as they were so cheap to take with us as payment if something had to be done to the van.  However we didn’t do that and found that the prices aren’t as bad as people make them out to be in Denmark.  Denmark prices are equivalent or maybe slightly cheaper than Australia, but as our dollar devalues it is making it seem more expensive than it really is.  When we left we were getting  0.72 euro to 1 aussie dollar and now we are getting 0.63 – so the dollar has dropped 10% against the euro in 3 months.  It was also about 6 Kroner to 1AUD but it now is 5 Kroner to 1AUD.  We still don’t feel the prices are expensive though when compared to Aussie.  We paid $1 for a litre of milk and diesel is the equivalent of $1.75 per litre now which is actually cheaper than we were paying in Netherlands and Germany.

We left Flensburg on Wednesday and finally crossed over the border into Denmark.  We drove up to an area on the West Coast of Denmark called Vejers Strand which is right on the beach – a camping ground that was essentially set amongst the sand dunes and was huge so you could park where ever you liked.  It was a short walk over the dunes to the beach which was a straight stretch and miles long.  The water was not that cold but the wind was a little chilly so we didn’t end up swimming – although others were swimming.  The beach was like one large carpark with people taking their cars and campervans down, parking and setting up for the day.  Most people parking were from Germany – it was obviously a popular spot for them – perhaps one of the closest beaches and holiday destinations for them.

As we were walking along the beach an army tank came flying past us as well as a armoured car.  We wondered if maybe no one had told Denmark the war was over????  They were actually from the local war museum and are all in working order and they have displays on the beach every month as well in the dunes where they do war exercises and re-enactments.  There are signs warning people not to go in as there could be unexploded shells.  Scot had a great talk to the guys and had a look inside the Leopard tank – he really should have asked for a ride.  We also saw two jet fighters fly right along the beach front very low and fast – this really made me think they didn’t know the war was over!

Thursday July 16th

This would have been my Mother’s 84th Birthday so we decided to stay here and do something special in honour of her.  It was a lovely day so we went for a walk along the beach and when we got back to camp we picked a whole lot of the wild flowers that were growing all around and I wove them into a lovely wreath.  We bought a bottle of bubbly and took this and the flowers down to the beach and toasted my Mothers birthday that she didn’t quite make.  Then I let the wreath float out on the waves at the beach as my way of saying goodbye.  The flowers floated out on the tide – free – like I know my Mother is now.  My mother loved the beach, sea and bubbly so was a very fitting tribute to her.  I didn’t think it was right for Scot to cook on this day either so we went into the little village and had a lovely dinner out which is a first in a while – I couldn’t even fit ice cream in at the end! (Though Scot said he could have forced another beer or two down :-))

Friday July 17th

We got up early for us and went for a long walk along the beach – it was almost deserted surprisingly – compared to the last two days, but I guess it would have been quite busy by lunchtime.  We left and headed north to Toftum Bjerge.