26. Trondheim, Norway - June 17

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Yesterday we docked in Trondheim, one of the oldest cities in Norway; and the third largest with a population of 170,000. None of the excursion wow-ed us, so we ventured out on our own again.

We walked along the river, crossed the market square with the statue of the founder of the city Viking King Olav himself. Unlike Germany, where tourists swing from castle to castle, in Norway you swing from wooden church to wooden church, and Trondheim is no exception. There’s a splendid, ancient cathedral and archbishop’s place, supposedly built upon the grave of the martyred St. Olaf. It’s very beautiful, subtle, simple and dignified, like most things Scandinavian.

The online tourist information said the Grakall trolley line from St. Olav’s to Lian is a MUST. So we bought two tickets and hopped on. It’s a wonderful way to see the city and its surroundings.

Having had a number of gout twinges in the last couple of days, triggered by too much red wine, I was in search for a few bottles of white for our daily ritual on the deck. But, as in every town in Norway there’s no obvious wine store. I asked a policemen and he said “That” store is “over there”, pointing across the River Nid. We crossed and continued up the right bank to a beautiful area of new apartments, retail and office blocks……entered a grocery store…..very nice…..lots of berries and veggies………but no wine. Never did find the damn wine store.


After the trolley ride we stopped for a beer. $12.00 for a small one! When in Norway better bring your piggy bank. The bartender said that Norwegians are paid salaries that make the cost of living manageable, but for visitors it can be somewhat overwhelming.


Today is a day of leisure – which means cruising the Norwegian Coast without going on shore. I looked forward to it, because I’m exhausted from all this rendezvousing with nature. Then I remembered the special wine tasting.

At 4:00PM 18 wine-oriented passengers were invited to the Pinnacle for a wine tasting. Dickie didn't want to go, so I went alone. Some snobs leaned toward the swirl–and–sniff approach, others drooled over the wines and a few gave them numerical scores; the 100-point scale you know. One couple used words like “nice tannins”, “heavily oxidized”, “full-bodied" (don’t look at me dude) “quite spicy” and “bold tastes of cinnamon and black pepper.” The couple living in the penthouse didn’t know the difference between cheap and expensive and just uttered “puckering sensation.” The guy next to me said “a tad harsh” and gulped down the whole glass in one sip.

The corpse on the far end of the table said something about the dreadful 1930s and thought that the 1961 vintage was a triumph, but 1963, and 1968 were barely drinkable. Oh dear! And I, the sophisticated wine connoisseur enjoyed them all; the bubbly, the whites and the reds. Happy New Year…….oops! ............Hick – I’m quite tanked-up.


.....the captain just announced that we are crossing the Arctic Circle and are now in a zone of constant sunshine. Excuse me I must check out this natural phenomenon of the Midnight Sun and toast the crossing with a glass of champagne. Gotta run!


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