It appears the UK is having a heatwave whilst we are in temperatures very similar to winter in NZ. Not to worry, as another dry, but cool, overcast day, after an initial mist.
The ship berthed on the Starboard side, bow almost in the town – yet again.
Ho-Ho bus at the dock exit – but see below.
Little road train available – see below.
Walking is easy but not a lot of major interest. Some steep streets.
No passports or ID required. Just a walk off.
As you can see from the first picture, a very grey start to the day but inside, we had a really enjoyable breakfast with Geoff (or Jeff?) and Elaine from the UK. Geoff laughed when I said we had an MGF, as obviously he was in the manufacturing of rear suspension components and claimed that the seconds went as spares! Thanks Geoff…
We could see there was a HoHo bus, but presumably, Aalesund’s operator deemed that just a couple of double-deckers would suffice, as there was no bus waiting and there was a full busload waiting for the next, so over an hour’s wait. Pass.
The little train was just setting off and they too had a queue waiting. Pass.
We aren’t too sure what the HoHo route was like, because as yet, we haven’t looked at the map/route. The little train went up to the lookout, but many walked from town and up the 418 steps. We may have made it up, but we would both have had knee problems on the way down. Several flights of stairs on the ship, from our home from home on deck 14, down to seven, is a mission.
We wandered around somewhat aimlessly really and didn’t find this stop particularly interesting. Even the nearest shopping mall was tiny, though some construction work was going on and we never did find a local street market, or food court, so back to the ship fairly early.
An atrium drink – but the half strength hot chocolate was sickly sweet. Bad choice.
A 2pm lunch and some very nice crumbed fish and spinach, a little cheese pasta and a slice of turkey. Paula was deliberately eating very light, so just soup and a roll.
We relaxed for the afternoon and skipped trivia. Finishing the previous blog, uploading was a nightmare and I seemed to get nowhere, so gave up and tried later, but it still gobbled up a load of minutes.
As Paula was eating very lightly, we opted to skip the dining room dinner and ate in the buffet, where they had a Mexican theme. Some items were OK but others not so good.
We opted for Taffy Spencer’s 8:15pm show (yet again) and as expected, a repeat of last week’s. Pity. Just before, I shot downstairs and let the waiters know we wouldn’t be there, then bumped into Huw and Pauline, who were just on the way in. Hugh’s face dropped and all he said was ‘Oh no! You are not leaving us with him are you?’ Sorry Huw. Maybe the newness will have worn off and there is some common ground.
Afterwards, we wandered around before Pete Howarth’s second show. Another good show and excellent guitar work again. As this is the longest day, there was very little sign of the sun disappearing at bedtime. The captain explained that this may in fact be our last sunset for a day or two. Sunrise is 3am.
Trondheim tomorrow and another walk off day.
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