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Thank you for following me along my journey.
Tries to give good advice to others, don't manage to follow those leads myself ....
From Trondhjem trough the "Fogederies"
The clock is 'ticking' towards the end of Sunday. Now I'll have admit that these ten days I now have been on the road, all have been like 'Sundays'. Yesterday I had difficulty understanding why almost all the shops of in the COOP Brønnøysund mall were closed, I had completly managed to forget about the calendar and did not know that "tomorrow is Sunday, Lord" [free translation from Snorri].
- A line from "Blueberries tour" (written by AlfPrøysen) mill in memory. We now travel "Prepared and calm 'down' the road we went before!" We came out the Trondheim fjord - we rounded Agdenes/(top photo) and set the course along "Trondheimsleia" - as Norway map's text our the dotted fairway. By Tjeldbergodden I once more lifted the camera out of it's small case. (Photos)
"Vesterålen" brings us into the harbor area in Kristiansund. (Picture) No ew have come to the edge of the 'Trøndske dialects area', and at the gangway I am saluted by my second cousin Bjorn Anmarkrud, who went down on the dock to have a short chat with me . Now there was Aurdal-dialec' spoken in the reception area !
After a short time (just under half an hour) "Vesterålens" course is set for Molde. Now night dakkness has fallen - and my Fujicamera, which soon celebrates it's 10. birthday in my possesion, is not suitable for night photographing! - I've probably made great eyes many times during the trip when I've seen what kind of photo equipment most of the other 'tourists' have with them. - But as a survivalartist - in self-chosen poverty - I better not complain when I have the opportunity to join the "most beautiful voyage in the world."
We have now entered into the second of the 3 "Fogderies" More og Romsdal county is composed of.
As in most other ports where the Coastal Steamer is traveling, Thon Hotels is glued up to the steamer pier. 'This' "Hallingking" (also the name of a late recehorse) has a good nose of investments, and a large staff to take care of his money - it looks like they has invested in land with high prices per square meter. It looks though, as they expect the 'climate crisis guys' to be wrong about the level of sea rising if the ice melts in the polar areas'
- In the Lofoten was the combination of "Stock Exchange and the Cathedral" that struck me both when I entered as car tourist in the spring, and from the saeside this time. Here in Molde was the close neighbourhood between Thon Hotels, and the Folkets Hus (People's House) that makes a striking contrast in my thoughts eyes are a striking contrast - or should I put the verb in the imperfect?? (Photos)
- By the doorway of the Hurtigruten offices in Molde I met an old fellow student, Byrge Fitje, that I have not seen in almost 40 years. He was easily recognizable, had not changed much in the years that I have not seen him. - I certainly hope that all eleven of us - who shared the drawing-room for three years back in the early 70's - can be given the opportunity to meet while all of us still has our feet on top of the soil!
Now soon - the midnight hour has passed, and today we will be back to Bergen. When I enter across the treshold back in Åbjør, the time has come to find the essence of those days I have put behind me along the Norwegian coast.
- This silly Google blogger picture-loading program reshuffles my pictures according to a famous passages from the Bible -found both in Matthew 20:16 and Luke 13:20
Good night!
BACK TO KNOWN SHORES
Next morning started calmly, strange how good a sleep arrives when you are 'cradled' into it. One evening, around the dinner table, we had a conversation about how we feel - sorrounded and tossed here and there by powerful waves, and this blog writer's opinion is that we all have had a 9-month stay with a lot of 'waves' in the womb before we opened our eyes to the world we were born into.
Slightly less philosophical is that the batteries in the camera was discharged when I tried to take pictures while we lay to port in Harstad, and the time to run ashore to buy new ones was too short. But here on "Vesterålen" they have the most of what travellers are looking for - indeed they have many things one does not need too.
In Harstad we get glimps of rays from the sun, but a lot of our 'daylight travel' in Vesterålen and Lofoten went through low snøwshowers. After the bridge in Risøyhamn (image from Risøyhamn top), where I 36 years ago traveled with tractor and trailer and, loads of birchwood for fire, collected at the area of my employer "Society New Land". - I start to look east to see the Forfjorden and Forfjorddalen. We were a bit far away to observe if any if the inhabitants were in a fistfight in the middle of the bridge across Forfjordelva. The fights was usually caused by arguments om who had the legal right to catch salmon in the river. But sivce this happened many years ago the combatants may have found their restingplace in the local cemetery today.
. - The mountains between Forfjorddalen and the Finnsæter field, where Eggulf and I and encountered reindeer eqipped with 'cowbells', are hidden behind the low clouds. Photos from those 'days gone' are to be found in the 'minneboksite' at the catalog 59 + in my domain (Photo # 47-57). If it was 'cloudberry' (Rubus chamaemorus) in the Finnsæterfield last fall, has not come to my knowledge. How many legal- and land consolidation courtcases my former employers properties have been the object of through the last 36 years, is a pleasure not to know !
After working for two seasons in Hålogaland I suddenly understood why the humorist Kjell Aukrust put this statement in the mouth to the' hobby lawyer' Sindre Piltingsrud, "Bent back" retirement Home, Ringebu: "If there are cloudberries and salmon in Heaven, then I prefer Hell"!
On Sortland I took a fast run ashore, because I did not visit the "ship expedition" during my road trip this spring. There were major changes since 1976 .... stunning new construction and major investment in port areas and roads. But the local Church was still in it's old place. Yes, I've been in Sortland Church to marry off one of the closest friends(spring 1977)! [Image in the middle]
The journey from Sortland to Stokmarknes was used to look at the TV- the last 3 stages of the 4x10 km relay of the Nordic ski Worls Championship, the only thing I have been viewing of the direct broadcasts from Holmenkollen.
Photo bottom: Stokmarknes - Localhistory Society's yearbook called "Hofdasegl"
In Stokmarknes I met with a distant relative who accompanied me in the next leg trough Raftsindet to Svolvær. Grete, who lives in Haugesund, was a trip north to her childhoods region - and since we have the same great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, it was fun for us both to exchange experiences as 'family historians'. Grete told about the 70-year memorial celebration for "Lofoten raid" which was arrandeg in Svolvær today. She had been taking part in the celebration selection before she left for Stokmarknes, and she was was going to take part in the afternoon event. - We have agreed a 'a meeting' in Valdres for 'the Hølersæter-branch' who came to the Lofoten Islands around 1870.
- Chat went on, "Vesterålen" went on and the clock ticked away- The dinner (with fixed places in the dining hall) was completely gone from my mind, until one of the many "Tordenskjolds soldiers" stood in front of us and told me that theywaited for me at the table. I was allowed to come to 'sitting' number two [they'd like to get the food into our bellies before we shall cross the 'Vestfjorden'].
After having said a heartfelt goodbye- and 'see you later' - with Gretel, I went to the dining hall, where I had expected me to be seen in the doghouse like other naughty 'schoolchildren' arriving late for school hours - but no luck, - we latecommers had a tasty dinner with both salmon and cheesecake - with coffee to terminate a good meal.
No the 'portable' is showing me that time is 22.56, we have added Stamsund behind us and have come out in the Vestfjorden. Isevrything goes sa planed, we are along the coast of Trøndelag next time I post blog.
Fyrste mars 2011:
Ferda har, sidan eg kom meg ut or køya, endra kompasskursen i austleg lei. Midt på dagen kom vi fram til Honningsvåg, og Vestheimkarane hadde nokre timar saman – ikkje lenge nok til å krangla, men nokre råd om korleis den eldste av karane best skal koma unna å skjemme seg ut, vart det nok tid til.
Det dårlege véret i går gjorde at vi ikkje tok turen til Nordkapp. – No kjem eg til å melde meg på nokre ’utflukter’ på turen sørover.
”Vesterålen” er no komen fram til Mehamn. Diverre vart det få bilete eg fekk teke denne ettermiddagen. Her er ei lekkja til ei av opplevingane.
Som dei fleste kjenner til kan ein snøgt manipulera bilete, men dette er ekte vare.
As you know, it’s easy to manipulate pictures, but todays illustrations are ‘direct from camera’.
Bilete nedst/lower: ’The young one in Honningsvåg’
Bilete øvst/upper: ’The old one in Honningsvåg’