27th January 2025

 

Woke early this morning with a mission.

We arrive in Trondeim @ 6.30am and will be in port for about three hours.

We missed Trondeim completely on our way North, mainly because I was sick and didn't leave the cabin and stuart really didn't want to wander around on his own.

Due to early start and darkness, we have jumped on a bus tour which took us through the city and a couple of high point views apparently in the more upmarket suburbs.

The better the view, obviously the more you pay.

We passed the Ruins Sverresberg, more of a tourist attraction now and also the Kristiansten Fortress thst was high on this hill overlooking ( protecting) the city.

Unfortunately no photos of either due to darkness and not stopping…

We made our way to the sacred Nidaros Cathedral, which is the perhaps the resting place of St Olav or maybe not.

A previous king, he  christianised Norway and was either loved or hated depending on the day of the week, almost.

We had a guide, Ingrid who gave us so much information about King Olav 1. But also the history of the city and the cathedral.

We passed by the Gamle Bybro bridge over the River Nid, where apparently a kiss with your loved one will provide you with eternal love.

Sadly we saw it from the bus.

We then drove near the very old but gorgeous Bakklandet district.

Full of the beautiful old warehouse buildings that have become for us quintessentially Norwegian.

Heading back to the ship in time for our 9.30am departure.

Snuck in for a quick bite before the restaurant closed.

After lunch we retreated to the 7th floor once again for a bit of reading and writing.

About 2.30 we were treated to a lesson in filleting a salmon, which was a bit of fun.

A beautiful 5kg Salmon that they had collected in Trondeim.

We also got to sample some of the beautiful salmon sashimi as well.

In the late afternoon we docked in Kristiansund.

What a lovely harbour this is. 

The town itself is spread over three island and  is well know as the Bacalao capital or Klippfisk as it is known in Norwegian.

We only have an hour or so to walk along the port where there is loads going on, even though it is nearly dark.

We see the statue of a woman, Klippfiskkjerringa,  she is a tribute to the many women who worked at the Klippfisk cliffs around the city.

Just across the path is a statue of a young boy, known as the Herring Boy.

Also tribute to the young children who worked in this industry along side the women.

Close to these statues on the wharf is a war memorial dedicated to those lost WW1 and WW2.

Like so many memorials the family name appears many times.

Back to the ship and onward.

Last night on board, after last nights wobbles I am pretty happy with that.