diary entry of 22 May 2007
Early in the morning we are back on their feet. This time has to go pretty quick, because if we miss the Hurtigruten ship, a full day is lost.
we sail by ferry from Bognes after Lodige (with slash through the O) and from there Stokmarknes.
appears the clock at 14.15 for the Hurtigruten so typical smokestack on the horizon. Finally it's here: The "Nordlys".
follows Here is an informative Wikipedia entry:)
Hurtigruten (Norwegian for The fast line) is the name for the Norwegian shipping line Post that since 1893 the locations of over 2700 km long connects Norwegian west coast. Now take the combined freight, passenger and cruise ships the coastline Norway between Bergen and Kirkenes into six and a half days and pass scenic coastal areas, in summer, the Troll Fjord and Geirangerfjord . The Hurtigruten route today is in addition to their function Transport as an internationally known tourist attraction .
on board we now occupy the three rubber rear folding chairs, in order to give our tired feet a break. The battle for the best seats at the bow is already in full swing as we glide through the picturesque Raftsund (the gateway to the Lofoten). On steep rock walls, steep cliffs and islands by cute, we control for nearly an hour on the Raftsundbrücke. At the top, in the middle of the long curved bridge is Papa and waves (so he has not only us a smile magic - we're not the only ones who wave back lively). 
Probably the best part of the Hurtigruten journey leads us into the Troll Fjord - under a blue sky and bright sunshine - as the Troll Fjord-tourism is rarely granted. Here they
has so held, according to legend and real: The bloody battle of fishermen around the cod. Incredible, but true. Even today you will hear the screams and gunfire echoing from the cliffs. But it ahnnungslose tourists see today nothing. Only the stunning beauty of the wild cliff gorges and waterfalls. And then this exciting moment in where the huge ship actually turns in the narrow Troll Fjord in order to drive forward out again. Wow, you can almost touch the branches of the trees on the shore with outstretched hands
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And then we head Svolvaer, where we are already waiting for Dad. What a great ride with an infinite number of impressions that burn into the retina. Such moments would never be forgotten. You have something magical like a kiss on the Arctic Circle:) While we are
geschippert with the Hurtigruten through world history, dodged frantically photographing people and have been nice American model has, for Papa us a pretty cottage worried - not far from Svolvaer.
Just as we have made this really comfortable (the heater is in full swing, the table is already set for the dumplings), we have the assurance that the water heater in the ass. We are left with no choice. We take the whole thing with humor and exchange on this occasion the inner workings of both houses of something:) The fact that the stupid Germans would (never thought I would say) are next door while almost the eyes out, troubles us little . They just nothing better to do than behind the curtain in her trailer to watch out everything and everyone. And if they are caught gazing, they look away quickly and pull the curtain. You can do an almost a little sorry:)
Finally some ravioli! After this involuntary move exactly the right thing. And is faster than I like, I lie in bed and sleep soundly ... Jens himself crawling into bed with me as I notice them at all. Like a stone I sleep through until morning.
PS: If you want to know about the battle in the Troll Fjord or the Lofoten Islands, will you look at www.lofoten-online.de
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