While I was having breakfast this morning, we crossed into arctic land. It is remarkably warm. Yesterday afternoon we passed islands that were 100% devoted to strawberry cultivation, and others that were apricot orchards. Apparently peaches are also grown, but only by espaliering them to a black wall. This was not what I expected to find past the 60th parallel. It’s the Gulf Stream.
The stop today is Bodo. Population 47,000. The town was completely flattened in 1944 by the Germans. Not sure why. Yesterday’s town, Trondheim, was captured by the Germans early in the war and was used as a submarine base until the end of the war.
As a result, Bodo lacks charming old buildings. But, it has a great robust sturdiness about it.
I digress, we are about an hour late leaving Bodo. The excuse being, they had to take on more natural gas than anticipated and that delayed the cargo coming and going. Not that it matters one bit to me
When I got off the boat, I noticed that the town smelled like cat food. Turns out there is a big fish by product processing plant on the other side of the harbor.
On a happier note, we stopped at Omes this morning. Incredibly lovely.
On to something that really matters: clothes. Jeans and a sweater is fine for the boat. Indeed in Oslo every one was either wearing jeans or leggings as pants. Men and women. I have yet to need my base layer. Or my hat, gloves, scarf. I will be happy if it stays this way.
No sign of Northern Lights.