Next morning, we cross the Arctic circle going south. The ship holds its crossing the circle presentation which is a memorial spoon off which you take cod liver oil followed by a schnapps chaser. I still have the spoon. For the statistics buffs the Arctic Circle is at 66 degrees 33 minutes 39 seconds north latitude and we travelled to 70 degrees north (69 miles or 111 klm per degree means we travelled over 300 klm north of the Arctic circle). Caught up on my emails and continued reading a book from the library until we came to Bronnoysund where we walked through the town had a hot chocolate in the shopping centre and wandered back to the ship. Not much to see really until we got back to the wharf where I noticed the water was so clear you could see the fish swimming in it. Not just fish but clouds of fish and then for no reason that I could see many of them started jumping. Others stopped including a Dutch couple with a telescope and they consider that this was salmon. The gulls were also interested and we watched until the jumping ceased and re-boarded the boat
February 26 and we land in Trondheim again. We have made friends with the female tour guide “Ms Heindreksen”. We caught her smoking in the bus shelter the first time we landed in Trondheim and used this to leverage her help in calling a cab (city centre 20mins walk) so when the cab came the driver was looking for Heindreksen and would not take us so we caught the bus. On returning to the ship I checked her family name and sure enough it was Heindreksen and from that date forward she has been “Ms Heindreksen” and I have been “Gwen”. This time Kerry and I relished the walk but our friend gave us a few tips and we found a renovated dry dock area similar in concept to dockside. After that we walked down the old streets to “Dromadarie” (Camel) a tiny coffee shop where we enjoy a “kaffe choc” coffee and chocolate combined. Back to the ship and we set sail with our disembarkation instruction lecture shortly (Norwegians are a bit anal like the Germans about precision).
While walking through the village I came across the village notice board where some local girls were displaying their argument for renting of space. Very Scandinavian!