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Late Sunday
evening Braemar
really proves that she can handle bad weather
as she crosses the northern part of the North Sea on her way
to the Norwegian coast. The next morning sees us sailing
past windswept rocks and mountains. Sunshine, clouds and
rain fight for attention as our Captain sets course for Måløy (pronounced as Máhleu) at the entrance to the
Nordfjord.
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With the sun lighting up the dark sea, with rainbows
and small hamlets, mountains and islands - this is
Norway at its best. Captain Martin Birkeland steers the
ship close to shore so we can enjoy the breathtaking
scenery to the fullest. This hostile coast is sparsely
populated and looking at the black skies that loom on the
horizon, I think I understand why! |
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Escaping the bitter cold we head for the
welcoming glow of the Braemar Room, our favorite haunt on
board. After another cappuccino (Fred. Olsen charges for
anything other than regular coffee or tea) we are ready to
face the cold again. Armed with binoculars and
notebooks, our fellow travelers seem much more hardened
than we are - what is it with the Brits that they are
seemingly untouched by the cold?
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We have just finished our lunch as Braemar approaches the
town of Måløy, located on the island of the same name in
the mouth of the Nordfjord., Sheltered by the mountains
from the force of the open sea, the fishery port of Måløy is pretty uninteresting and
the main sight here is the West Cape with its battered
lighthouse. With no excursions booked, we take a leisurely
stroll into town, where we discover two supermarkets, one shoe
shop and one hotel. That afternoon, the weather shows its friendlier side
and the aft decks of Braemar actually
turn into a desired location for some wrapped-up
sunbathing. Others join Lauren in the Atlantis Spa who
presents the ultimate treatment for weight loss, fluid
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The lines are cast at 8pm and Captain Birkeland announces that he
will sail straight to Olden, arriving there tonight at 11.30pm.
After another gin & bitter lemon in the Braemar Room, we head
for the Neptune Lounge. This attractive showlounge houses half of
Braemar's guests. Tonight is British night and all guests are asked to
dress in red, white and blue. Waving miniature Union Jacks,
the three of us happily participate in a 'jolly good' British
sing-along, leading us from the bonny banks of Loch Lomond to
the white cliffs of Dover. It is fun, without pretences and
definitely adds to the 'family feeling' that is so apparent on
board this cozy ship.
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