Norway Nutshell: A Memory-Filled Flight Home

Hello again, Blogonauts!

Our time ricocheting around the fjords has come to a close. I'm on a long layover in Frankfurt, the last of our foursome to fly from Bergen. So let's take a moment to tighten up some loose threads.

More than some of our sojourns, this one focused on the scenic landscape. And Norway served up spectacular mountains, seemingly endless fjords, and oodles of waterfalls gushing from those mountains into those fjords. Previous entries into this blog are replete with photographic proof.

Readers seem to hunger also for glimpses of the gastronomy we shoveled into our gobs, so for those so inclined, here's a sample:

Pasta Scampi (with shrimp)

A Duck Salad

A Norwegian version of Chicken Caesar Salad

There were also a few surprises. The Norwegians we encountered seemed to enjoy gabbing. One was an aspiring actor who shared his audition for doing voice work for video games. Another was a Ukrainian hoping to immigrate to emigrate to the USA, and seeking advice about where to settle. Still another was a middle-aged farmer who spoke of traveling in the USA and about keeping up-to-date on US news via podcasts.

Then there were the cows:

Bovine Roadblock

As expected when Toby is behind the wheel, we wandered down some less-well-worn roadways. On occasion we had to dodge local cows & sheep who gave no sign they felt compelled to yield the right of way...least of all, the nursing calf in the photo.

We also saw a number cute chapels in the various hamlets, and since we already had our cameras out...



An interesting bit of Norwegian cemetery custom: Graves are generally re-used after about 50 years, since the interred remains at that point have become soil. If the relatives want to pay for a longer "lease" of the grave, they can extend it for a while, but special dispensation is necessary to preserve a grave for longer than 100 years.

Finally, there are the ferries:




Norwegian commitment to greener energy is clear. These behemoths that carry cars and passengers across the fjords are powered by electric motors. We didn't discover how often they had to be recharged, but it was a more pleasant experience without the usual diesel fumes.

So, with that, we'll draw this Jaunticles chapter to a close. Keep an eye out, though! There's more to come!

Location: Frankfurt International Airport (FRA), 60547 Frankfurt am Main, Germany

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 9, 2023 at 7:10 AM

    Larry,
    As always it's a pleasure to travel with you via your entries, I see that you did have some sunny days, they've been rare here .
    Happy trails to you, Richard N

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  2. AnonymousOctober 9, 2023 at 8:09 AM

    Thanks for all the great Information and pictures! Herb L

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  3. AnonymousOctober 9, 2023 at 8:43 AM

    Thanks, Larry, for the photos and information about your Norway trip.......Moe O'C

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  4. AnonymousOctober 9, 2023 at 9:41 AM

    Loved your pics and descriptive narrative. But surprised no mention of Norways stave churches which I have only admired from photos

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    1. AnonymousOctober 9, 2023 at 5:52 PM

      So sorry you didn't see the two Stave Churches posted earlier in the current series. Go back and see them now! They represent unique architecture!

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  5. AnonymousOctober 9, 2023 at 5:56 PM

    Great memories ! Herb

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