
A tribute to Dolly.
Last night we went out to Fjellskål seafood restaurant, part of the huge Fish Market complex. It put all of Tuesday’s food disasters to shame. The food was fantastic.
Breakfast this morning was busy, but we managed to get some brunost, a Norwegian goat cheese. When I was a student in Edinburgh, in 1972, I shared a flat with a couple of 1st year Civil Eng. students, one of whom was Norwegian. After every trip home, he would bring back Ekte Geitost, (Real Goat Cheese). So for breakfast we had toast with Geitost and Strawberry Jam. Delicious! Nowadays I don’t like Strawberry Jam, so this morning we had Blueberry Jam. It was OK, but not quite as good as back then. 🤣. Ah, nostalgia! It’s not what it used to be!
Taxi then to the car hire place. We got a brand new Skoda Elroq. Not quite up to our Audi Q6 e-tron, but it gets from A to B.
Headed south for Stavanger, a trip of some 210km (130 miles), including about 10 tunnels, numerous bridges and two ferry trips. These ferries run constantly, one each way, passing each other mid way. Basically, you drive into the marshaling area and, when the ferry comes in and unloads, you then drive on, an ANPR camera notes your reg. number and it is added to your account, or in our case, back to the car hire company, who then add it to our bill. So simple. Once the marshaling area is empty, they shut the bow doors and set off. The first ferry was around 45 minutes, the second one around 15 minutes. They are the same, front and back, so just go one way south and reverse way north, no turning round involved. You drive on one end and off the other.
Lunch, Moya had planned a detour into a small town to a good cafe for a light bight. The rain had started in earnest by this point, so after finally finding a car park, we walked seven minutes back to the cafe. Very busy, and good coffee with a yeast dough bun filled with a set custard. Moya was delighted.
Back out onto the E39, heading south.
Eventually we reached Stavanger and a visit to the Sverd i fjell, a monument commemorating the Battle of Hartford in the year 872. The swords are made of bronze, stand 10 metres tall and are set into the solid rock, so they can never be removed.
Finally, into our hotel, the Hotel Viktoria, again situated almost on the harbour front.
Quite a day!
See you tomorrow for some hairpin bends. 😃




















































