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Published: July 29th 2019
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After my super long sleep I felt excellent! I’d just showered as the captain announced we were shortly arriving somewhere interesting. - yes the announcements are even in your cabin. I left Glyn showering and leapt up to the front of the ship which was jam packed on all decks and no bugger was moving.
We were entering Trollfjord, a narrow fjord with high cliffs either side plus a skinny waterfall. Our ship only just fitted into it and soon no ship will be allowed to sail it for conservation. Some dipshits had graffitied a few rocks which was sad. At the end was a tiny cove with a few small boats moored plus some campers with kayaks. I presume the only way there is by water as I couldn’t see any paths up the steep sides.
Afterwards we had a late breakfast and after a few circuits of the upper decks for exercise, we settled on the sticky out bit to watch for whales, read and chat. The sun was hot enough to require sun cream and hats.
And that’s about our day... sitting in the sun, a few occasional circuits of the deck and supping a
few Tiger beers. We joined Andy and Mo for dinner and managed to upset their neighbours by doing a timelapse of the dining area. But that’s ok because they don’t like them anyway.
Sunday was pretty similar. After breakfast, we started with 5 laps of deck 7 which is a mile, an arrow instructs you which way to go. We overtook a few people, as walking around the deck for exercise is very popular.
The sea is so calm, no white horses, just gently undulating - so perfect for whale spotting... had there been any whales. This is great Orca spotting territory (obviously) according to Pat, however he’s cruised along here 7 times and only ever seen one - and that was in a Tromsø fjord. The only wildlife spotted were a few birds, so time to do some reading.
For the first time, Glyn and I used the swimming pool and hot tub! Some poor bloke had the task of scooping floating bits of soot with a net around us that spewed from the ship’s chimney. A bit of bad design I think, having the pools located behind the chimney.
Norway can be seen distantly,
but not close enough for any detail.
Tonight was the third and final formal evening. Glyn and I totally were not up for this, opting for the Secret Garden buffet instead. A huge queue formed around the ship of passengers togged up in their best gear: long frocks, suits, dickie bows, kilts and sporrans plus lots of glittery tops and dresses. Everyone had to be photographed before a fake backdrop depicting a wide, wooden staircase that might have been seen on the likes of the Titanic. There was also an opportunity to meet the captain - don’t shake his hand though! He sounds like a pleasant man on the tannoy, but I don’t get why anyone would queue to meet him.
Last night, there still wasn’t night. The sky turned a bit darker, but no darker than a cloudy afternoon in Stoke. We are heading south now, maybe in a day I’ll see the night again!
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