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We walked by the palace again and through Gamla Stan (Old Town), checking out restaurants and shopping.
We walked over and through the nearby Stadhus (old city hall) and admired this venerable structure.
We caught the Djurgarden ferry (60 K for 2 round trip tickets) and docked at the GronaLund amusement park. Next, we walked down the central boulevard to a magnificent, turreted edifice called the Nordic Museet (30 K each). We walked back to GronaLund for a coke (10K) and watched a bungee jumper plummet off of a crane.
From the jetty, we walked through the waterfront to the Nyboplan Area, hoping to catch the last ferry to Millesgarden. We stopped off at the Cattelin restaurant, in Gamla Stan, for fish, fries and a Tuborg beer. We strolled across the stroget for a last walk and enjoyed the evening, before turning in early to pack for the trip to Gothenburg. Continuing on through the university section, we walked through the grounds of Rosenborg Castle.
We walked on and past the grounds of Amalienborg Palace, where the royal family resides, to the beautiful waterfront.
Strolling through Nyhavn, or new harbor, we admired the large wooden fishing vessels berthed along the quay.
From Nyhavn, we retraced our steps along the Stroget, which was very crowded, to the hotel for a brief respite. On the way back to the hotel, we stopped in at the Old English Pub, but it was too crowded for us. We breakfasted early and walked over to Christianborg Palace, before proceededing across the bridge to Christianhavn. After breakfast, we walked over to the Radhus Plaza and caught the #30 bus to Dragor, a fishing village 10 miles south. Tired & footsore, we returned to the hotel to pack and ready for the flight to Oslo, Norway. Later, we walked along the waterfront, past a large statue of FDR and took a one hour Oslo Fjord tour for 100K. Further along the harborfront, is Akker Brygge, a restored shopping area, adjacent to a large quay. It was getting late and cooling off, so we walked through town and on up, through Queen's Park, to the hotel.
Later, we boarded a ferry (30K each) , for a trip to the BygDoy peninsula, with its attractions. We boarded the return ferry (30K) to the Radhus Plad (City Hall Plaza) and walked through neighboring Akker Brygge. The day was waning and we were tired with the day, so we retired to the hotel via cab (45K). Munch's earlier works (1880-90's) remind one of Degas or Manet, his works after 1900 appear to be fed from a cocaine induced mania. We walked back into the city center and stopped at the Scotsmen's Pub, on Karl Johan's Gate, for coffee (36K).
That night, there was a massive thunderstorm echoing through the hills with very heavy rain. We had a good dinner of catfish and steak, at the hotel, for 350K .After a short stroll through the town, we crashed, tired with the day.
Somewhat tired with the day, we returned to the hotel to pack and ready for tomorrow's flight. After a brief r & r at the hotel, we had pizza at Jeppe's Pizza, in the late afternoon.
We stopped at the Tourist Information Center, in Radhus Plaza, and walked on up to the rail station. At Gudvagen, we scrambled for the buses like a last lifeboat, that would take us to Voss, with a 15 minute stop at scenic Stahlheim Hotel, in the mountains. We stopped at the bus station, next door to the train station and bought some sandwiches and chips for dinner.
Upon our return to the market area, we walked through the old Hanseatic buildings complex and stopped at the Tracteursted, a 300 year old tavern on Bryggen wharf, for a beer. We arrived at the airport early, checked our bags into the Braethen Airlines counter, for the 50 minute flight to Oslo and had coffee in the terminal. We walked back down Spring Garden, to Barrington, passing the old cemetery and continued on to Morris and the HH.
A half carafe of Valpolicelli, some wonderful panini bread and olive oil, set the stage for a delicious plate of frutti di mare. The evening was warm and pleasant, so we walked down to the water and along the Ocean walk. On his advice, we set off along the highway and followed signs that indeed said A’West Mabou Beach.A“ The road to the beach is sort of primitive, but we managed to find the ocean-side parking lot.
We were dining at the Inn this evening, so all we had to do was walk next door to the main building.
The Maitland River basin gave us our first glimpse of the tidal phenomenon that is the Bay of Fundy. At Walton, we stopped, at this bend of the road, to admire one of the now familiar triangular white light houses, with red tops.
In the Annapolis room, we were seated by the picture window, with a fine view out over the ocean. We got a score card from the pro shop, looked around a bit and then drove over to Digby on the water.
The sun was shining brightly outside and we had an hour to wait for our plane, so we ventured outside to enjoy the day. Soon enough, the time came for us to venture inside and board our West Jet for the two-hour flight toHamilton, Ontario. We had cafe au lait, in the outdoor cafe behind the opera, (38K) while we waited for the bus. Gold, diamonds, emeralds and an array of Royal treasures are artfully displayed in secure, glass enclosed exhibits. This city was included on our trip because it is near where Mary had spent the summer of 1968.
Again, a good selection of pickled herring, smoked whitefish and plenty of everything else. It is a delightful 3 story, turreted castle , that is the repository of the Danish crown jewels and a hoard of other antiquities.
We had a Tuborg beer, in an outdoor cafe for 50K, and watched the considerable tourist traffic flow by. We returned to the Sheraton and had a beer in the Red Lion Pub, for 50K, before retiring footsore and tired from the day. We walked over to Ackerhus Castle and, for 20K each, toured this massive coastal fortification.
The light rain was intermittent, so we walked through and sat in several squares, at a leisurely pace.
It is a thrilling rollercoaster ride through gorges with cascading streams gushing from the mountains in every direction. We checked into the Scandic Hotel, which is very nice, and got a room with a great view of the harbor. Then, we nosed around the circa 1702 buildings, from the Hanseatic league era, on the wharf. The short flight to Oslo and the brief layover, gave us a few minutes to spend our remaining coins, before leaving. We paid our $3.75 toll(CDN), passed through customs and followed the Queen Elizabeth Expressway North, to Prudehomme Bay, on the Westernmost edge of Lake Ontario.
Room # 201, on the ground floor of the second building, is large and comfortable, with a sitting area. We had noticed two Italian restaurants on South Street, two blocks over, and decided to try one for dinner. The kilted, scots guardsmen were just emerging from their barracks, for the dayA•s tour, as we walked along the ramparts and enjoyed the view far out over HalifaxA•s harbor. We sat for a time, at the front of the gardens, and watched the various streams of people walk by. The choices of food here are many, but we settled in on very large bowls of seafood chowder. We enjoyed a glass of Merlot, listening to the rhythmic lilt, of a guitar and fiddle player, performing. It is a wonderful collage of pastels, of the sea front Inns and restaurants all looking out to sea.
Last, we saw even larger A’scallop draggers.A“ These behemoths dragged the seabed for scallops. One anomaly was a curious old codger, wearing a foot ball helmet and riding a A’dartA“ that was equipped with mirrors, a horn and a windscreen.
It is a huge salt-water lake,on Cape Breton Island, that is popular with fishermen and boaters.
Later, we sat on the porch, overlooking the ocean, and sipped a glass of cabernet in the late afternoon. We checked out and then walked one last time around the grounds of the Keltic Lodge, admiring the sea views all around us. The sea-views, from Pleasant Valley to Chetticamp, are beautiful and much worthy of the ride down the trail. We continued on to Dunvegan and stopped at the A’Glenora Distillery.A“ It is reputedly the only single-malt, scotch distillery in North America. Mary dropped off some post cards in the Canada Post building and then we stopped for sandwiches and tasty fries at PinnochioA•s. We drove back to the Duncreigan Inn and settled in, with a glass of Mondavi Cabernet, to write up our notes, chill out and recover from the days journey.
A small sitting room, with six tables upon a patio over looking the inlet, sufficed for the dining area.
There are absolutely no gas stations, cafes or even rest rooms in this area for a two and one half hour stretch. The town had originally been settled by Americans who were dissatisfied with the results of the American Revolution, after the 1784 Treaty of Paris.
The Pines, like the Keltic Lodge, is an A’end destination,A“ a place that we would love to spend several days, playing golf and enjoying the amenities. We walked the grounds again, enjoying the ocean air and the crisp smell of approaching Fall.


We walked through the town, admiring the quaint architecture and enjoying another day of sunshine. For $8.50 each, we entered the small botanical sanctuary and walked through the quiet 10 acre grounds. They timed each flight between commercial take offs and landings at the Halifax air terminal. The emerald green of Nova Scotia, and the deep blue, of the Bay of Fundy, passed beneath us as we gradually climbed to 40,000 feet. A marching band, in police uniforms, led the parade and performed for an hour.(yawn) It was hot , the courtyard was very crowded and we were tired. Then, we took a brief overview of the harbor area and central city (Nobel prize site), before heading out to Djurgarden. It looked like the building must have housed a much more impressive collection that had then moved on to better quarters. After readying for the next day's trip to Copenhagen, we settled in with Needful Things by Stephen King and As the Crow Flies by Jeffrey Archer. She had tried to make contact with the Davidson's, the Swedish family she stayed with, but to no avail. For 20K each, we viewed the remains of 3 Viking longboats that had served as funerary biers. A few blocks over, we hopped on the trolley (30K) and rode to the Edward Munch Museum, near the university.
After lunch, we walked about a mile out to Maihaugen, a Norwegian cultural park, featuring 18th century wooden structures, in a rugged natural setting.
There were wooden stockade type buildings, a stave church and other structures dating from the 1700's. We stopped at the bank to exchange dollars for kronors, the post office for Olympic stamps, the town information center and finally the Olympic information center. The best advice here is, if you must call long distance, use your calling card and dial unassisted. It has statues of fishermen, fish mongers and women waiting apprehensively for their men to come home from sea.
We drove through one of four, mile long subterranean tunnels, that connect the 4 major islands that make up Aalesund. The tour was only moderately interesting, because the guide was having a private conversation with a passenger and seemed to forget his narrating duties. We flew along the North Shore of Lake Ontario, and then across New England, before we saw the deep blue waters of the Bay of Fundy and began our approach to Halifax airport. We found the restaurant that we were looking for, A’il Mercato,A“ but it was closed for the holiday. Large groups of students were chanting something or other as they walked by in funny costumes.
It houses small exhibit on the Titanic and a much larger one on the Halifax Harbor Explosion.
The RumrunnerA•s Inn, The Admiral Benbow Inn and others vied for the many tourists who come here. Tee shirt shops and art galleries competed with the A’Spinnaker InnA“ and many other small restaurants for tourist dollars. The bright green of dampened algae, newly exposed by the lowering tide, sparkled in the sunlight.
A Wolf Blas Cabernet led us into two dozen mussels and some Ingonish Chowder, then some wonderful halibut covered in poppyseeds. It starts out high in the headland of Cape Smokey, and meanders downward over hill and dale, through scenery that makes your eyes glad.
Some times we would be headed up some steep ascent, with stunning views of a treed vale behind us. We did rescue some decent coffee from a Tim HortonA•s, before setting onwards towards the Canso Causeway.
The end of that road also took us to a wild and wooly cape, with a few upscale vacation homes perched on a steep and grassy hillside that looked out onto the ocean.
Two well-constructed, two-story and wooden-shingled buildings sit in a leafy defile, just off the highway and looking out onto the small watery neck of Mabou Inlet. I managed to trade some pleasantries with her in German, but it had been some time since I had used the language and was verbally rusty. A small blockhouse, similar to the French Castle at Fort Niagara, sits in a levelled depression.
As if from nowhere, a supersonic F-18 fighter plane screamed over the airport terminal above us, roaring skyward in a vertical spiral that was awe inspiring to watch. We missed the turn off for the A’Queen EA“ and got a tour of the industrial areas of HamiltonA•s waterfront, before finding our way back South. There were chess games with outsized pieces, bocce, game tables, fountains and benches in the small square. The locals take their kids everywhere and cart food and beverages underneath the strollers, for a family picnic.
As we approached the pale yellow Royal palace, with green spires, it reminded us of Versailles. We were pretty tired and footsore, so we took a slow walk, back along the river, to the hotel. There are several nice restaurants , cafes and many amusement rides and carnival attractions. After dinner, we walked through Kong's Nytorv (King's Square) and again strolled through picturesque Nyhavn. We again stopped in the Old English Pub for a quiet afternoon beer.(49K) We bought pita sandwiches, chips, and sodas for 100K and then had a picnic, for dinner. We stopped in to look over the nearby Alte Kirke (old church) and perused Johan's Gate, Oslo's version of the Stroget. We picked up several small baguette sandwiches (80K) and mineral water (40K) for a picnic supper. Every train station we stopped in, was loaded with dozens of backpackers, of all nationalities. It was not something we were aware of before we left , but is definitely worth asking about. Lastly, we stopped by the Oppland Kommune (county hall) and exchanged Erie County pins for theirs.
Each turn risked a head on collision and swung outward, with a view guaranteed to terrify an acrophobic. After checking out prices in the market area, as well as tourist shops, Mary purchased a Norwegian sweater from a woman in the market.
We would see tomorrow that the beautiful Halifax Public Gardens and the pricey Hotel Lord Nelson sat nearby, at the top end of this street. We could see several Canadian Coast Guard cutters and a submarine in dry dock, just beyond the walk. It was still sunny and gorgeous out, so we decided to walk down to the Alexander Keith Brewery on Lower Water Street.
Just across the road, sits the A’Old Fish Company and Nautical Museum.A“ It had formerly been a fish processing plant. We stopped for coffee and sat in the sun,on a small seaside patio, admiring the harbor area and the sparkling turquoise sea. It features winding seacoast roads that are fun to drive and a visual feast on a sunny day. Finally, we turned into one of the more famous resorts on the Atlantic seashore, The Keltic Lodge. We stopped first in the sitting room and listened to a lone folk singer play mournful ballads.
We prepped for the day, packed our bags and had coffee in the room, while watching the morning news shows. We could see steep red bluffs across the bays, then far sea-scapes sparkling in the morning sun. At other times, we would be careening around a very steep bend and come upon the blue flash of the ocean in one of those A’wowA“ moments you get when touring, when you come upon fabulous scenery.
The wind-swept sea grass and rural character of the area has the appeal of a Wyeth painting. We encountered only four other people, on the mile long beach, as we walked its length and back, enjoying the wind, the waves and the sun. We were glad that we had chosen to explore to day and see the area beyond the borders of the highway. We waved goodbye to a slice of beautiful earth that we might never see again and will always want to return to. Gentle rolling farm land sprouted clumps of sparse population, amidst the greenery and furrowed fields of farm country. It was fascinating to think of the titanic surges of ocean water that ran back and forth through here every day.
Two rest rooms were also located conveniently for tourists and maintained by a volunteer lighthouse preservation society. We were tiring from the day, so we headed back to the room, to write up our notes, relax and chill out before dinner.
We returned to the room and read our books, before being carried far away but the sand man. The commercial harbor area, where the shrimpers and other fisher men berth their craft, extends out into the small neck of water that leads out to the Bay of Fundy.
Blueberries, honey,maple syrup and home made crafts drew in the locals and tourist in droves.
It is surrounded by earthen breast works and a series of cannon emplacements that look out on and dominate the entrance to the bay. A wild marsh area sits near the riverside end of the property, for enjoying the avian life that sheltered here. The U.S Navy A’Blue Angels aerobatic teamA“ were joining a Canadian military air show at the airport.
I can only imagine the feeling of soaring through space and time, at supersonic speeds, high above the earth where only the wind and dreams venture.
We passed over New England, then followed the South Coast of lake Ontario across all of the cities so familiar to us.
The A’Queen EA“ was loaded with traffic hurrying Southward, to Niagara Falls or Niagara on the Lake, for Saturday night revels. The Wasa is an enormous, elaborately carved warship that had sunk in Stockholm harbor in the 1700's. Gamla Stan, with its cobblestone streets and narrow alleys, was very crowded with tourists. The hotel charged about $10 per shirt, so we looked up a nearby laundromat, on Istedegade, and walked over. In addition, they have nightly performances by musical groups, dance and theater companies. The Danish Crown Jewels, in the cellar vault, are truly impressive, rivaling England's or France's.


The park is a beautiful green expanse, but it is more a living monument to Norwegian sculptor Gustav Vigeland. They believe that the mountains are the broken bodies of trolls, who were caught in the daylight. At the bus station, we bought 2 round trip tickets to tour the Geiranger Fjord area for 492K. At the top, is a restaurant with a terrific view of the harbor area and surrounding coastline. A road runs around the perimeter of the citadel and afford beautiful vistas of Halifax harbor. It is a two-mile stretch, of wooden board walk, that runs from the Casino to the cruise ships docks, just past Morris St. We walked back along the ocean walk, enjoying the bright warm sun and the deep blue beauty of the ocean beside us. The Canadian Government had ordered three of its Coast Guard Vessels, with divers and supplies, to the Gulf of Mexico to help out the Hurricane Katrina Victims. Then, we side tracked onto Rte # 333, into one of the more storied sights on the coast, PeggyA•s Cove. At the Cape Breton end of the causeway, a narrow, dredged channel allowes ships of all sizes access to both coasts. We decided that any number of delays were possible on a ferry and took the longer land route around the Bay. It was as pleasing a ride as Big Sur in California, a new and grander vista around every bend.
It features gentle rolling hills, dotted with conical silos and prosperous farms, along the ocean. A tasty spinach salad, then a salmon filet, in dill sauce, was followed by a blueberry glace and great coffee. We could see 35 foot red bluffs out across the river and marveled at such an ebb and flow of water every six hours. We were nearing the head of the Minas Basin of the Bay, where the tidal drop can swing as much as 53A• in a single day. The square was vibrant and interesting, but of course attracted the requisite number of hustlers.
We then had a pleasant one hour flight, on SAS #154, to Landvetter Airport in Gothenburg, Sweden. Several small lagoons and tasteful floral settings enhance the omnipresent neon outlines on all of the buildings. Jugglers, musicians, singers and actors regularly perform, for coins, on an impromptu basis. Outside of town, we walked onto what appeared to be a large fishing, swimming pier, with secluded sections for sunbathing.
On the approach to Oslo, we could see the many lakes and relatively flat terrain of eastern Sweden. A horse and dray, with driver and peasants, in native felt costumes and capes, rode through town. We then walked through the Radhus Plad and looked in the Alte Kirke (13th century) .It has a Dutch mini cannonball embedded in the front wall. Retracing our steps, we had coffee at the 2nd floor Lido restaurant, overlooking the fish market. Among the things he told us, were that he was a sky diver, jumped at 150 feet and he thought the French were assholes. Students, bums and transients abounded as we walked up Morris and over Queen Streets, to the central shopping district on Spring Garden. We walked back, along Lower Water to Morris, and then to the Halliburton House, to settle in and read.
The fortification had been constructed in the mid 1800A•s to protect Haligonians from the A’cantankerous AmericansA“ to the South. It is lined with shops, sailing ships at berth, restaurants, markets and all manner of things that attract tourists. She was a late 19th century fishing fleet vessel and could hold up to 300,000 lbs of cod in her holds. With all of the guide book hype that we had read, we figured this area for a real disappointment.
The metal bridge over the channel is one of those swivel bridges that are engineering marvels. It is two lanes, with wild twists and turns, in a Monte Carlo -style, 30 km run through the pine forests. An 18 hole golf course, a condo complex and The Atlantic Restaurant lead into the two-story wooden splendor of the Main lodge.
We retrieved our books and sat out on the lawn, in wooden Adirondack chairs, reading and gazing far out to sea. We packed up, checked out of this beautiful hotel and drove over to the 18 hole, 6,000 yard, golf course, just down the road.
An American, from Texas, was speaking with a drawl so heavy we could hardly understand him. Two hundred years of weather had wiped clean the names on the slate gravestones, another lesson of history.
We stopped to fill the thirsty metal monster with gas,($45) and then drove the last few miles to the airport and the Alamo rental center. Huge renditions of his statues, which adorn fountains throughout Europe, were placed atop columns and in various nooks throughout.
Vikings of long ago had held sacrificial rites here and wove a legend of sorcery and mysticism around the place.However, the skies were a beautiful bright blue and it was warm and sunny. Then, a forecourt with a large central fountain is surrounded by sculptures of various nymphs.
Another brisk walk downhill to the KonTiki Museum , featuring the Ra I and II , was only moderately interesting. We followed the paths upward, stopping at a small mountain lake, to watch the ducks and appreciate the scenery.
We enjoyed glasses of Cabernet as we munched on Caesar salads and a delightful A’seafood medleyA“ of halibut, salmon, scallops and shrimp.A“ Coffee and a sinful blueberry and ice cream dessert were wonderful ($134).
We read for a time and then surrendered to the sandman, pleased with a full day in Halifax. The changing times of the day, the different shades of light and shadow would keep him busy forever.
We sailed through Eastern NS and arrived at the small town of Antigonish, some two hours later.
Then, we were driving along the coast and the views were spectacular, like the big Sur area in California.
How they ever got this talented a chef, in a small hamlet like this, is a mystery, but this woman could cook!! We ambled along, at a much slower pace, enjoying the palliative of the gentle surroundings.
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Reputedly, the king had authorized the extra level of cannons whose added weight sank the boat, so no official blame was ever attached.
The noisy and ungainly craft took us up the hill, around the Citadel and past the Public Gardens , feeding us a steady stream of information, laced with tongue in cheek humor. The two fish processing plants had closed and much of the remainder of the fleet was headed for the scrap yard.
A narrow road leads into a rocky point, with a large and picturesque, angular,white light house, with a bright red top, standing upon a rather large pile of huge boulders. We enjoyed some wonderful Ingonish seafood chowder and crab cakes for lunch, on the patio over looking the Bay.
We unpacked our gear, checked the mail and messages and then crashed, tired with the dayA•s travel.
Please consider upgrading your browser software or enabling style sheets (CSS) if you are able to do so. We arrived at Helsinborg, Sweden, where two of the rail cars were detached and loaded onto a large ferry. A large obelisk shaped monument, composed of hundreds of human figures, climbing on top of one another, dominates the area. A series of ascending, switch-back roads made for a nerve tingling ascent of 800 feet, in a short space of road, to the top lookout area of Cape Smokey. We came upon a whole squadron of cyclists tooling along the back roads, in all of their colorful new-era biking gear. It had been an interesting trip, to a land of sea, sky and beauty that we will long remember. Photos taken inside the museum did not turn out well, in that it is very dark, to prevent further deterioration of the vessel. After a brief ferry ride across the Baltic, passing Elsinore castle (the setting for Hamlet), we arrived in Helsingor, Denmark.
Live sex shows, gay bath houses, porno shops, pimps, pushers, hookers and all manner of interesting characters abounded on the this street. Surrounding the obelisk, are a score or so of paired sculptures, depicting the various ages of man from childhood to death.
The countryside was changing gradually to mountains, clear streams and cooler temperatures. The view is a magnificent panorama, over a 270A° vista of mountains , ocean, fjords and greater Bergen. We read some of the interpretive sign-boards, explaining the ebb and flow of the tides, and enjoyed the seascape.
We had to shift our seating, to trim the boatA•s balance, before setting off on our harbor tour. The A’ollies (oldsters) had finally left, so we stopped by Tim HortonA•s for coffee and muffins. We had a 90 minute layover in the town of Geiranger, so we browsed and stopped for coffee and french fries (70K). We chilled out for a bit and even caught a brief afternoon nap, like Ozzie Nelson, my hero. The town is really a ferry stop with a small hotel, a few shops and houses on the edge of this arm of the fjord. We strolled along the Storgata, a pedestrian shopping mall, that runs through most of the downtown center.
It was a charming town, but all roads were undergoing massive renovation in preparation for the Olympics.



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