NORWEGIAN COASTAL VOYAGES
BERGEN TO KIRKENESS AND RETURN –
A moment of further introduction: Bergen in
the snow, Lofoten and all that is fine, but I must confess to a far earlier predilection to the likes of Scandinavia, in particular Norway.
A basic element in this story is the fact that I lived in Sweden for what I guess might be considered
formative years – ages 12 -14 three years I guess. Of course this had to have made a big impression on me.
And further - Let me count the ways: starting from the first possible connection, at the age of 11, I
had a crush on a Norwegian who was a coworker of my father’s in Germany, then we lived in Sweden and had two au pairs from Norway, Inga and Grace from Stavanger, and we visited Norway while we were living in Sweden maybe 1950 (I remember
seeing the Olympics ski jump in Oslo – I’m a bit confused about this. The Olympics were in 1952 - this was so early after the war imagine- and by then we were in Greece). Don’t know?? We advance a few years
to 1967 or so when I painted a very large oil painting of a Sami/Lapplander (I’m ashamed to admit copied from the NatGeo- we “professional artists” don’t do that, but that was long ago). And finally, we visited with Viking
– River Cruises - yes we did - in August 2006. They did a trial run and we were lucky enough to hop on it. This trip involved one week of bus crossing mountains and boating down fjords, and one week on Hurtegruten from Trondheim
to Kirkenes, and a flight to Oslo. The trip only attracted 20 participants, so it’s not surprising that Viking never did it again. Could it be that the interest level had not yet started to develop? What ever it was, weren’t
There may very well be more to this equation that I’ve simply forgotten, but you can’t of course miss the fact that I have a Norwegian husband. (just look at the name) – that’s just got to be the ultimate expression
of Scandi - appreciation.
I could of course go one step further and add to this my intense admiration for England: You’d have to be a REAL ROMANTIC to think I am responding to my ROOTS, that it’s a genetic thing,
but it really could be. I’m 100% Brit and Brits are very much Viking. Yeh, man!!
And now I’m going to clutter up the narrative and add another OBJECTIVE. This is one I’ve just recently discovered and adopted thanks
to the Japan trip. I am ditching DESTINATION, I’ve never been happy with that one, and I’ve replaced it with the idea of encountering ADVENTURE. Norway could be a real test. for one thing, I have no winter
clothes, NONE- and a quick glance at the offered excursions: dog sledding, snow- mobiling, arctic swimming….. well, they do do those things in winter.
And I come up with a distinct impression that you can overdo ADVENTURE, and
this could possibly end up being more of an “adventure” than I had bargained for. At the very least I may freeze to death.
Encountering the Norwegian winter offers me an excellent opportunity for
testing my new approach: a good helping of “suspense of the unknown”.
And isn’t this exciting
now we’re back and for some unknown reason I’m not in the least bit motivated to start writing up this journal. I don’t know what it is. Could it be that it was JUST TOO WONDERFUL an experience to bear ruining
it by pinning it down and putting it into words?
Or could it possibly be the result of having lost the notes capturing the euphoria I felt the first part of the trip? More about that later – hopefully.
March and my writing time is almost up; April and glorious weather… and i just can’t stay inside. The sun comes out and the weather is demanding to be enjoyed.
FUSS, FUSS, FUSS;;; and when you get right down
to it, I don’t really t need to say a word: I’VE GOT 500+ PHOTOS WHICH SHOULD COVER ALL THE BASES QUITE SATISFACTORILY. YES? Well, I guess not quite –
I’ll try priming the pump and maybe that will get