A sunny day at sea!

Yesterday's evening ended with the M/V Fram fasion show where the officers and the expedition team were very exited to show their new range of clothes and hairstyles. Since we had quiet seas most of us were up in the Observation Lounge to see them walking up and down the "runway". This morning it was nice to take it easy and to study the daily program. We had the choice of many interesting lectures, bridge visits, waffels on deck 7 and Bjørn playing the piano in the evening. And furthermore, the entire day was perfect to be on one of the outer decks. The temperatures were mild enough (15 degrees) to lie in one of the lazy chairs on deck 7 while enjoying the ocean or to take a nap. Just before the last lecture session a pod of common dolfins gathered around the ship. They were very playful and showed us some nice jumps. Can it get any better? Tomorrow early in the morning we will enter the river Loire where we will pick up a local pilot to arrive safely in the harbour of Nantes. We are looking forward to explore this city!

Paris by night!

Yesterday afternoon we took the bus to 'the city of lights', 'the city of love', Paris! We were lucky to miss the traffic leaving Rouen and too late to have any conflicts driving into Paris. So 1,5 hour later we drove around the l'Arc de Triomphe and shortly after down the Champs-Élyseés. There was still an hour of daylight left, so we could enjoy all the main hightlights with good light. From our high bus seats we could enjoy all the choas around us. We were all glad we had a good chauffeur who was used to the Parisian traffic, and that we were not driving ourselves! At 20 o'clock we were at the bottem of the Eiffel tower where we boarded our restaurant boat! It was like stepping into another world, with all the glass windows around us we could enjoy the amazing views of the Eiffel tower, the Notre-Dame cathedral and the numerous

bridges. 

All this while eating a delicous french dinner, listening to the romantic live music and moving gently down the stream of the river Seine. A success! 

Today we had the entire morning to explore the city of Rouen. Either by taking the shuttle bus or by the offered guided tour. Another excursion possibility was to Giverny, to visit Monet's museum: the house and gardens formerly owned by Monet. In the afternoon the Fram turned around and we made our way westagain, down the river Seine towards the Atlantic.

Paris by night?

What? Did we abandon ship and continue by train…?
Far from it. But as soon as we make fast in Rouen this afternoon we are actually around the corner from France's capital, the city of Lovers. Only we cannot travel further up the river Seine, low bridges and the forces of the tide here, in the Normandy, where we have some of the strongest tidal differences on the planet, creating midlands here and salt marshes there. So the scent of ocean and meadows mix up with the smell of cows and forests and fields. A rural scene with a marine touch to it. Already in the morning it is warm enough to go out in only a shirt. Well, almost, the winds carry a slight chill; let's not be fooled by the sun, this is the autumn voyage.

Little by little the charming landscape makes way for industrial complexes; mainly reloading sites for grain, covering the surroundings with a fine layer of cereal dust.
After half a day of surfing the tidal wave toward Rouen (it really reaches that far), we arrive at the pier even a bit early. So there is time to choose the right clothing for the excursions that start a little later, one to the scenic little pirate-and-cider town of Honfleur - and the other to Paris! From that trip you will hear by tomorrow, as it comes back only in the night. Sure you will get an enthusiastic report.

But why not take a simple stroll? Speaking of enthusiasm, the walk through the narrow alleys and along the numerous huge cathedrals and churches of Rouen will not fail to enchant you, the houses with their intricate woodworks are so charmingly bent by age that they have almost personality, you can imagine them exchanging gossip when nobody's looking. The ecclesiastical architecture is a stark contrast to this, gargantuan towers loom over squares and backstreets, high walls are witnesses to the unrivalled power of the church during the long period of the (un)holy inquisition. But these times are over, today the old town centre is a wonderful collection of excellent art, antiques and handicraft shops. From handmade soap to ancient tools to violins, made like in old times - here you will find it. And every corner without a store features a café or a brasserie. You want to spent days here!
Well, at least we have one overnight, so time aplenty!

Shakin' Sleeve

There's two good things about a river cruising. First there is the proximity to both banks, which offers views to starboard and portside alike. OK, we have been sailing into the night, so we rather focused on the bright lights of the pilot boats that came and went like floating candelabras to change the pilot on FRAM. (There is a whole series of them, depending on where on the long river Elbe you are.)
But the other advantage not so much visible as rather tangible. It's the calmness of the waters, which - or rather the absence of which - we only feel next morning as we enter the English Channel, La Manche in French, which means The Sleeve, a description also used in German (Ärmelkanal), Spanish (Canal de la Mancha), or Italian (La Manica). Only England doesn't want to play game - The Channel is their laconic way of naming it, although The Sleeve wouldn't sound too bad, would it?
Whatever the name, this is surely a sleeve with creases and crinkles today, strong winds and a swell that is caught between the two countries makes the ship hop and dance a bit. Never mind! This is a sea day, grey skies on top of it, so there is little distraction from all the lectures that are given, preparing us for the destinations that are coming up. What about some time in the Sauna with ocean view? Or some waffles upstairs, while pianist Bjørn is sharing his music? Or sit there, enjoying a book and a nap in the comfy chairs? Or watch the other ships go by, take a look at the occasional oil rig?
Your choice - it's holiday, isn't it?
Hard to believe in this greyness that in a short while we will be in exotic places like Morocco or the picturesque Canary Islands. But the temperatures are rising already. We are moving to warmer latitudes, all right. Towards the evening the "sleeve" shakes less and less,we even get a cosy evening with a mighty fine sunset! So, during the night we expect not more than a gentle rocking that will make us sleep even better.

It's not a Fjord...

…it's a river! No ice is coming down at the end of the waterway, just more water, leading into Germany's hinterland - we are definitely going south.
The passage upstream the Elbe river is certainly a highlight of every cruise, no matter the weather conditions. But to do it in the mild autumn sunlight of this Sunday morning is a gift. Gentle pastures, the odd village here and there, forests and clearings are lining the slow, yellowish stream in the beginning. Further up we are getting more and more indications for a big city coming up, huge electricity masts, a power plant here, an aluminium factory there, Airbus' landing strip - and ships, ships, ships. The city of Hamburg is one of the old domains of the Hanseatic League, seamanship is its middle name. The port of Hamburg is not only big, but world famous for the old storage houses, all set in red brick, the fish market - and recently for the opera house, an ambitious, shiny project that will break all records for miscalculation and poor planning. But it looks nice, and if it is ever going to be ready it will be a fine place…
Hamburg's reputation as a sophisticated, proud place shows best when you take a walk into town; elegant shops, pleasant cafés, posh boutiques, art and culture are the dominant impression. Together with the sturdy architecture of a harbour city it creates a very unique atmosphere, so a stroll on a day like this is a sheer pleasure. 
The sea is the beating heart of this place, pumping its water in and out, for the river has quite a bit of tidal difference. At low tide muddy channels emanate a bit of a stench, at high tide you have to avoid certain places for reasons of being flooded.

Short is the time to take in all the impressions, in the afternoon there is a large number of "fresh" guests arriving, looking forward to our journey southbound, eventually ending in Las Palmas. Check-in is done, the mandatory exercise is conducted, pilot on board - aaaaaand off! we go, lines are cast and FRAM is on her way! 

Weather hasn't changed a bit, so everybody gets to see river Elbe at its best. And we had even faithful friends greeting us with the Norwegian flag from there Elbside balcony…! Of course that earned them a short blast from the chip's horn.A wonderful beginning of an exciting journey!

Rough sea on our way to Hamburg



A day at sea can be a day to relax, catch up on some reading, sit longer at breakfast then usual, visit the sauna or to stand on one of the outerdecks to enjoy the views. But this was maybe not possible for everybody today since the sea was quite rough. We had windspeeds of 18-20 m/s (8 on the scale of Beauford) and waves of around 4 meters high, which made the ship moving quite a bit. But still some guests visited the bridge in the morning and attended one of the several lectures given during the day. A few hours after midnight we will arrive at the river mouth of the Elbe, to make our way to the German city Hamburg. Here a big group of new passengers will come on board in the afternoon.

The route South: Bergen - Las Palmas



Migrating South: from Bergen to Las Palmas

Once a year the M/V Fram stays for 2 nights in the Norwegian city Bergen. We use this time for maintenance, meetings, loading new supplies and cleaning. And this year we can really say 'major' cleaning, all the carpets and the chairs were cleaned by Norwegian professionals. And the result is there, they look brand new again. We also received a lot of new supplies here, the crew was working to the last minute to load everything on the car deck. Today the first guests arrived between 13 and 15 o'clock. This is the first bunch of them, the rest will come aboard in Hamburg. Most of the current passengers stay on board until Las Palmas (Canary islands), but some only stay on board until Hamburg. After the check-in procedures and the safety drill we left the harbour of Bergen, bow of the Fram heading South: sunshine here we come!! And as soon we were loose from the pier it stopped raining and we could enjoy the coastline of the many islands scattered around Bergen city. Many of these island are connected by bridges. We sailed under the bridges called Askøybrua and Sotrabrua. Askøybrua is a suspension bridge and crosses Byfjorden between Bergen and Askøy. It opened in 1992, and is the longest suspension bridge in Norway. It is 1057 meters long and has a main span of 850 meters.

Back we are!

So, dear Readers - here we are again!
We are awfully sorry for the long break, but as you can see now we have been far from lazy. Although the Blog could not be published since September 5, we kept writing and photographing, all in the hope for a fast internet connection in Bergen, Norway.
So, now you can benefit from nearly three weeks of continuous and exciting travels, all new, all good!!

Enjoy!!!

The Wind has the Last Word

We expected to reach Leith, in Scotland, in the early morning. The busses were waiting for us at the pier to bring us around on our different excursions. We knew already, that there would be wind, but nobody expected weather conditions like this. The wind was blowing so strong, that there has been no possibility to reach the harbor in a safety way. Even we have been disappointed everybody could see very clear that there has been no possibility to come in. 
Later on we knew even more. If we had reached Leith in the morning, we would not have had the chance to leave the harbor again as there has been such a strong deep pressure system over Scotland with very strong storms for the whole day and the next night also. As we had to reach our last destination – Bergen – in time, the Captain made the decision to sail directly to Norway. 
After such a long time with really extraordinary weather conditions we had to pay our bill now. The wind was blowing with Beaufort 7 – 8 out of north easterly direction and our FRAM had to fight against the waves. Only the strongest passengers have been able to listen to the lectures. During the afternoon more and more passengers went to their cabins to have a rest. The evening program had to be canceled as the wind chanced more and more into a very strong storm. It has been a very quiet evening in the restaurant and in the lounge as well.

Riddles in Orkney

Take the Norwegian flag, and just replace the white bits with yellow - voilà, you have the flag of the Orkney Islands. Says a lot, doesn't it? Indeed, if you ask an Orcadian on holiday for his nationality, he will say he is an Orkney Islander. Maybe, only maybe he might concede to be Scottish, but never, ever he will be British. The affinity to Norway has a long history, about a royal dowry that couldn't be paid, Islands being annexed and all the wild things in politics that make nice stories to tell today, but may have been very tough for the people.
Anyway, we are here to marvel at much older events: Our gentle overland drive leads us from Kirkwall to the other side of the "mainland", as the largest of the over 100 Islands is called. Here, in Skara Brae, a fierce storm in the later 19th century revealed the stunning ruins of an old culture, a village so well organised and built that we have no problem at all to relay to this lifestyle, a little bit rural, mayhap, but all there, solid beds around a fireplace, shelves as if delivered by some Neolithic Ikea, and corridors so well conceived that they barred out the wind and the cold while connecting all the houses very conveniently. A great deal of planning and skill was required to achieve this, and it's impossible to look at this site without reverence to the "project manager" of the old days.

Oh, did I mention that we see all this on the most beautiful of days…? Yes, again, sunshine and the green smells of lush pastures all around us, our luck seems infinite.
After a quick glance into Skaill House, the most luxurious manor of the Orkneys, even visited by the Queen Mother in 1983, we carry on to a true mystery site - Brodgar, the stonehenge of the Orkneys. Only here you can get close, here we are alone without ten thousands of people milling about, here we get the good views. The achievement - again - was huge: Not only had these giant rock slabs to be brought from the area of Skara Brae, 15 miles away, but they had to be planted deep into the ground, only two thirds emerging. And then there's the ditch which dwarfs even those efforts: Nine meters wide, three meters deep, half of it carved into the bedrock (!), it has been calculated a task which required about 80.000 man hours. Without taking care of the debris which also had been removed from the site.
What for? Why? Well, nobody really knows. There's a plethora of theories growing around these henges, were they astronomic devices, amphitheatres for religious services, meeting point, seat of governments - it remains dark, no document existing, no writing, no legacy except these marvellous structures. The few runic carvings were made much later, by the Vikings who had not much more to say than the average graffiti today (Bjørn was here), quite disappointing.
Just next door, well, next Loch there is another of these structures, smaller maybe, but the mystery is just as big.
Full of thoughts we return to the ship and off we go towards Edinburgh.